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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