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A Grandma’s Loves
Today I sat with
Both my loves
Today I held them
In my arms
One love is soft and warm
A small bundle of wriggling flesh
A ball of laughter
A tiny hand in mine
One love is tall and strong
Wrinkles where once was firm, smooth skin
An intense love that feeds my needs
A gentle love, drawing me to feed his needs
Both loves are mine
One is new wonder
The other … fine aged wine