Sweet Love
I often find that pure love hides
in sweet moments that are made.
As when a child, my grandma braids
my wispy hair around my
small head, just like hers.
Her Scandinavian roots
high cheek bones, and
stocky build are worn with age.
I look up into her faded, blue eyes
as she smiles at me. I remind her
of the days of her youth.
She laughs, a lilting laugh of joy.
I feel happy as I fall into her
ample bosom and we lovingly embrace.
Written on 7/24/2015
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