The woman I call Grandmother

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Discription: This poem is poem is about my grandmother who is the woman who raised me and shaped me into the woman I am today.

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In the tapestry of life, a guiding light,
A grandmother who's more, beyond the sight.
She raised you with love, an unwavering hand,
A pillar of strength, a rock in the sand.

Not bound by blood, but by love's sweet embrace,
She took on the role with grace and more grace.
A best friend she became, a confidante true,
In her arms, you found solace when troubles grew.

Her presence, a balm, in your darkest of days,
A beacon of hope, guiding your ways.
When clouds gathered heavy, casting shadows so deep,
She kissed your tears away, bringing you peace to keep.

In her words, there's wisdom, a treasure untold,
A golden light shining through stories of old.
She lifts you up when your spirit feels low,
With laughter, she teaches life's ebb and its flow.

Like a mother figure, she cradles your heart,
Her love, a lifeline when worlds fall apart.
She nourishes your dreams, helps them take flight,
Encouraging you to chase stars in the night.

Each day she inspires, igniting your soul,
Her joy infectious, making your spirit whole.
Through her, you've learned to live life with delight,
To embrace every moment, shining ever so bright.

She paints colors on canvas, vibrant and bold,
Guiding your steps with stories untold.
With her by your side, you're never alone,
Wrapped in her love, a shelter that's known.

So cherish this bond, for it's precious and rare,
A love that surpasses, a love that won't wear.
For she is your compass, your anchor, your song,
The reason you choose to rejoice all along.

Your grandmother, a gift, a love like no other,
In her presence, you find comfort and cover.
Through joys and through trials, she'll always be there,
A mother in all ways, your soul's answered prayer.

~Mj

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