Nan short poem

your nan, your grama
your whatever you called ‘er
a soft place to fall if mom & dad hollered
chores for a quarter, sleep-overs for fun
love aplenty, wisdom a ton
strong cementing, dependable fixture
penchant for silliness stirred into the mixture
inherent mothering all down to her
bright red kisses.. muskrat fur
her absence laid heavy, your first taste of grief
goodbye knitted scarves & sunday’s roast beef
the root shall remain as the tree grows taller
your nan, your grama
your whatever you called ‘er

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...big ones, help the little onesyou move in the direction of your are where you are today because your thoughts brought you there
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Muhammad Khalid Khan

Beautifully done.Keep it up