Author's Note

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I do not claim to be a poet, but yet I find myself from time to time writing what can only be labeled as a poem.

The following was written years ago for the pure joy of recalling my grandmother after her passing. I simply like the idea of someone else reading it and witnessing a small glance at the amazing person she was to me. Through my beloved grandparents, I saw the world in beautiful colors and patterns. And this piece is just a sample of that gift they bestowed upon me.

So with that, do not read as a poem, but rather as an unseen picture you can hear described.

Thank you for reading,


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