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Reflecting On The DayGrandmother sits at the window Reflecting on the day, She happily watched her grandchildren As they sing their songs and play. She loves having her grandchildren Come and visit her, She's reminded of her own children Petting the kitten's fur. Grandmother beams a radiant smile Across her wrinkled face, Hoping to see them come back soon To her big, lonely place. Copyright Cynthia Jones Oct.24/2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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