Gran, I do love you

When God made little children

He knew there was a need

For someone very special,

a special one indeed.

He’d made their mum and daddy

But still there was a gap

For one who’d sit for hours

With a wee one on their lap

A very special someone

Who everything would share

Who’d cuddle out the hurting

And chase away each care

A someone who would make things

Who always took the time

To listen to long stories

And took in every line

A very special lady,

No other kind would do

For a Gran is always special

and Gran, I do love you.

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