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Dear Grandma
#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
The nothingness I smell,
the hunting words, DISGRACE!
Though a grand one, you're still a mother....
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
The nothingness I smell,
the hunting words, DISGRACE!
Though a grand one, you're still a mother....
