Nanna
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Sarah Trentin, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2006
The loving words she speaks
The rose thats in her cheek
That old person who knows so much
Yet you barely liked to touch
She sits alone alot of the time with her old white hair
Like a lion in his lair
She does not scare me
Nor does she hear me
But I love her for her spirit
So loving and so kind
For her kindred spirit which is oh so much like mine
She is no mum,gran or friend
She is my nanna and she is no less
Only way to describe her is that she's the best