Grandma

Nestled in her lap

I give a wiggle of my toes

Biscuit in my hand

As she softly bops my nose


Letting out a little giggle

I say “Tell me more!”

As she recites to continue story

And I listen in awe


Lost to my imagination

As her words bring to life told

She finishes in a whisper

“Remember all that glitters Is not gold”

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