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She rambles a bit when she's excited to see us. We're brought up to speed with her goings on In the home that was built around her As fast as her walker will go, we scurry to the front room Where bread is cooling on the rack, and her excitement brims To regale us with the morning's itinerary It's all done to bring us into her world; to make us a part of it. It's how she holds us close, making sure we're there with her, As she may not grasp enough to be there with us... She doesn't hear so well anymore you see, But she didn't hear that from us as we smile and nod intently; Just happy to be there, to be a part of it all
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Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 2:33 PM UTC
The Lady Who Holds Us Close
She rambles a bit when she's excited to see us. We're brought up to speed with her goings on In the home that was built around her As fast as her walker will go, we scurry to the front room Where bread is cooling on the rack, and her excitement brims To regale us with the morning's itinerary It's all done to bring us into her world; to make us a part of it. It's how she holds us close, making sure we're there with her, As she may not grasp enough to be there with us... She doesn't hear so well anymore you see, But she didn't hear that from us as we smile and nod intently; Just happy to be there, to be a part of it all
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Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 2:33 PM UTC
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