Her No.1 Fan
She is so sweet, and only three feet,
Her golden hair, is only just there,
A smile, a grin, can easily begin,
To charm a Gran, her No.1 fan,
We laugh a lot, but don't care a jot,
For we have fun, and when we are done,
Onto the sofa she flops, and then drops
Off to sleep, and I very quietly peep,
And observe her face, so full of grace,
In gentle rest. I am so blessed,
She warms my soul, she makes me whole.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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