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Like the snowball first thrown in the bitter chilled winter days Is the same as my grandma opening her eyes for the first time and in her mother's arms she lays. Later as the years pass and love blossoms in her heart My grandmother's life with her own family is about to start Now she is like the first snowman built standing ready to guard her home To stay there to protect and never to roam But as time sweeps by so does her appearance she begins to melt The meteorologist say it won't snow anytime soon and day by day she will alter   They try to give her more pills to delay her death but they try to conceal it with their palter Soon my snowman will just be another puddle licked up the earth But I will always remember my snowman's worth
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Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC
My Grandma
Like the snowball first thrown in the bitter chilled winter days Is the same as my grandma opening her eyes for the first time and in her mother's arms she lays. Later as the years pass and love blossoms in her heart My grandmother's life with her own family is about to start Now she is like the first snowman built standing ready to guard her home To stay there to protect and never to roam But as time sweeps by so does her appearance she begins to melt The meteorologist say it won't snow anytime soon and day by day she will alter   They try to give her more pills to delay her death but they try to conceal it with their palter Soon my snowman will just be another puddle licked up the earth But I will always remember my snowman's worth
I love my grandma I just wish she didn't have to melt
Autumn_thecreatorof230
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Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC
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