Farmor
by 
Bobo
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Posted: 27 October 2003 Word Count: 47 Summary: Farmor is Swedish for grandmother ( mother of father ) and this is a small piece about my partner's 93 year old Farmor who's not well. |
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Let me hold your hand.
Let me stroke its greyish hue.
Allow me to stare deep
into old eyes of tired blue.
Your scent so sweet,
so heady,
sings tales of times well lived.
Of love.
Of laughter.
Tears and woe.
Of your life's
most cherished gifts.
Let me stroke its greyish hue.
Allow me to stare deep
into old eyes of tired blue.
Your scent so sweet,
so heady,
sings tales of times well lived.
Of love.
Of laughter.
Tears and woe.
Of your life's
most cherished gifts.
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