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Grandmothers are mothers who are
grand, Restoring the sense that our most precious things Are those that do not change much over time. No love of childhood is more sublime, Demanding little, giving on demand, More inclined than most to grant the wings On which we fly off to enchanted lands. Though grandmothers must serve as second mothers, Helping out with young and restless hearts, Each has all the patience wisdom brings, Remembering our passions more than others, Soothing us with old and well-honed arts. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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