She picks me up from a fall.
She yells at me when I color on the wall.
She tells me about God and encourages me to pray.
She holds me close and tells me everything's okay.
She teaches me right from wrong.
She's my grandma; we always get along.
She makes me smile instead of frown.
She's my grandma, the best in town.
Her name is Joan, and it's love she's sharin'.
Lots of love, your grandson Aaron.
Happy Mother's Day, Grandma
Published by Family Friend Poems July 2006 with permission of the Author.
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