Grand Child

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    Grand Child
    Your tiny hand
    Reminds me of your Mom's once
    So much fun to play and laugh
    Then separate for another day.
    Chilren take up an entire lifetime
    Grandchildren are sparks and burst of light
    In the dark years.
    All is new memories
    The old ones are blurred and edged
    with time.
    Thank you for today.
    Tomorrow is so much
    blessing.

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