How is it that when I feel her touch I feel a lovable, tender, and
brave woman?
I see and fear her scars in the wide spectical of the world.
It is covered in the affection someone could obtain... a blank and
real emotion.
Generations, and generations pass, and I can still see the beautiful
young woman that she has inside.
Made of steel, and iron, she roams through the Earth, the rocks carrying
The sense of air and presence of one who generates profoundly.
The humble, and oldie essence, with a hint of stories shall lie in front of the
Many indisputable ways.
No one will take away the breathless, and humorful air around a
wonderful human being... the existance of a Grandmother.
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