“Even when my grandchildren are not in my arms, on my lap, or in my home, they are in my heart and will stay there forever.”
The house, quiet now, a haven made of two, It now echoes with a symphony anew. Tiny Picassos grace the fridge with pride, A chorus of "Papa!" pierces my tired hide. These wisps of wind, these bursts …
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