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Grandma's HandkerchiefJust a little square of cotton trimmed with a bit of lace she used one so many times drying tears from her face That little square of cotton she carried everywhere folded neatly ironed always given special care Found them in her pockets by the bed where she slept atop her well worn Bible one was neatly kept She placed one in my hand as I walked down the aisle a little square of cotton and Grandma's loving smile Now I hold and cherish my Grandma's handkerchief it holds such loving memories and helps me through my grief That little square of cotton trimmed with a bit of lace ironed and neatly folded kept in a special place. by ..Deb/nana5 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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