Grand Children
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When I am annoyed by my son and daughters,
My grand children come to me,
In a hot summer the soothing showers,
A rainbowpleasing to see.
My room becomes a lovely garden,
A spectrum of pretty colorful flowers.
My room becomes a watchful warden,
Of birds and butterflies flying in showers.
How can I ignore the plants, I had seeded,
From whom I got the loving beauty?
My children, grand children, both are needed,
To love and look after, isn't my duty?
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