Ann Kathryn Brusca: Grandma

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Friday, April 25, 2014

Grandma

Grandma When I was just a little girl, I’d sit on Grandma’s knee. And while she’d gently rock back and forth, She’d sing sweet songs to me. And I would slowly fall asleep, I wouldn’t fear a thing. As long as I could hear her voice, As she would sweetly sing. Now that I am grown myself, And many a... Sign in to see full entry.

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