A Grandchild

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Fluffy creatures
That smothered my bed
Danced in my arms
To and fro
The sun has set
Not long ago—

Papa's soothing voice
Both calm and strong
Told impossible tales
Of fantasies
Of adventures I'll go on—
While

Nona's delicate fingers
Covered in shiny rings
Stroked my back
Until I fell asleep
Engulfed in the smell
Of vanilla bean—

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