Grandma

May 19, 2009
The smell of blueberries is in the air
Your eyes as soft as velvet look on with care



You posses the love of a magnificent white dove
And no matter how tall i get your love will stand above




You understand kids you had six If happiness were a sport you'd be my first pick

Cupid shot an arrow through us that i hope the wound will never mend
That arrow reamins there forever and it will not bend



Your heart is ever growing it will never fill
You are the grass on the other side of the hill


Your kindness is too great for any boy or girl to ever repay
Too you Betty i wish the most wonderful Birthday





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