Grandma
You are the comfort of twilight
and the brightness of dawn
the laughter of children
and the loyalty of mothers
You are the colors of a painting
and the strength of a mountain
the wisdom of a sage
and the playfulness of the wind
You are a lady, mother, grandmother
You are the fullness of eighty years,
a life rich and bursting,
a summer garden
year upon blessed year
Dream-Pieces
I wake
shaking off the dust
of dream-pieces
Sliding quietly
into reality
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