Grandma
I remember when you used to bake me cookies,
and the cheerful red apron glowed against your curly white hair,
the cup of milk you always placed before me cold with drops of condensation
and the arm you put around me when I told you all my fears,
or when I wanted somwhere safe to go,
to bury myself in your warm embrace,
the times we talked,
and the way you patiently taught me to read.
Even though al this seems so long ago,
I will never gorget a day I spent with you,
and I just want to say I love you.
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