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Grandma the Great

by Pearl Leona Sturgis

These Sweet Sunday Mornings
when week days are done
and families are joining
to meet everyone.

It's just me and You, Lord.
My family is gone.
what else can I be, Lord?
How can I go on?

My children have children
and they are now grown.
My children's own children
have children their own.

So what happens now, Lord?
I patiently wait.
I'm no longer Grandma.
I'm Grandma the Great.

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