White long hair and chubby
Is how I remember her.
Running behind us, with cane in hand,
Correcting us, when we err.
Making us eat good food,
That was her.
An afternoon nap, was a must
When staying with her.
Soft was her skin
Just like a baby.
Brings a smile on my face,
As I think about her from my memory as a baby.
This was then.
She is no more now.
I keep wishing I had spent more time then,
A wish, which keeps coming to me, even now.
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