Sunday, December 16, 2018


Growing up quite ordinary.
The middle child between two girls.
Quiet and shy like background noise.
But to grandma I was the world.

Like a tiny star shining bright.
Blanketing the beautiful sky.
A beacon strong with brilliant light.
She made me feel so good inside.

The middle child oft’ overlooked.
And what my grandma always said;
the best part of any sandwich -
is the stuffing between the bread.

Lots of memories I hold dear.
Of a time not so long ago.
And never, ever will I doubt;
how much my grandma loves me so.


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