My Grannyeveryday is a gift
I fear losing her, every single day. When I look upon her smiling face, all wizened and wrinkled now with valleys of time and toil, she reminds myself of how noble love can be and really is. The aura of altruistic maternity glows from every instance of her angelic smile, like a newborn babe resurrected once more in her sunset years. I hate myself for not being able to give her more than the meagre love I could spare from the desert of my heart, but I know truly, that there is no other whom I'd deign to protect with the very fabric of my soul and love without a shred of want.
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