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"Grandma’s Sugar" by T’Ajah Beavers


A special kind of love, 

a love that you won’t find anywhere else

a laughter, as soft as tears 

warm like the sunshine 

and as quiet as a mouse 

a home away from home


The aroma of Sunday dinner 

fills the air and travels the block

and could make the saddest souls smile


A superwoman is what she is,

so dependable and strong

makes sure the house is nice and clean

and that everyone’s belly is singing tunes


Early mornings when the birds are singing,

we love to get breakfast together

the neighborhood bagel shop 

that offers the warmest and softest bagels

a hot coffee for her

a warm tea for me

the best part is when we sit down 

watch tv and eat


Broadway, 

so many things to see and do 

the memorial close by 

shows memories that are so special

and a time that changed history 


Friendly neighbors to share many things with, 

friendships that are like circles

they seem to never end 


An atmosphere that makes you feel sky high,

a love you will not get anywhere else

grandma’s love 

grandma’s home

and grandma's sugar

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