A GRANDMOTHER'S LOVE IS UNCONDITIONAL
I had always found comfort at my grandmother's house
I always found comfort at my grandmother’s house
She always knew what I was upset about
She was always very welcoming
She never had a negative thing to say to me
I always knew I could tell her whatever
She never judged me whatsoever
She was the most caring person I have known
I’m grateful I was able to know her as I’ve grown
I remember the many family members
Gathered in her house for Christmas every December
Siblings, parents, aunts, uncles, and cousins
Family members always seemed like dozens
I always tried to give grandma the most attention
Just being at her house eased my tension
I’m privileged to have had such a close bond with her
Anything I wanted to do, she never tried to deter
I miss my grandmother every day
And I always try to visit her at least yearly
She was 90 years old when we laid her to rest
She was, and will always be, one of the best
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Pamela Dirr
I like to write based on my personal experiences. It helps me clear my mind. We all go through things in life. Good things. Not so good things. My experiences might also help other people with things that they might be going through.
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