Grandma,

Is there anything about me
That makes you think of you,
Something in the way I talk
Or in the things I do?

Can you see yourself a little bit?
Oh, could it just be true ~
That in my most becoming ways,
I'm a little bit like you?

Grandma,

Just roll back the years.
Remember long dark curls?
I know (for Daddy told me)
Grandmas, too, were little girls.

Remember when the lovely days
Of childhood were your own?
Do I remind you, a teeny bit,
Of happy days at home?

Grandma,

I think you're special
And it would please me, to no end,
To think I made you reminisce
About a girl back then;

With soft brown eyes and long dark curls.
Oh, Grandma! Say it's true,
That in some sweet and tender way,
I remind yourself of you!

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