No crochet hooks.
Nor tea-time treats.
No shoulder for crying.
Or lavender hug greets.
No wise owl words.
Or bed time tale.
Nor cloth on forehead,
When hot or pale.
No Christmas gifts
Or birthday wishes.
No shared secrets,
Or powdered kisses.
For I never felt a Granny's love.
For she had left for Heavens above.
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