Upon meeting someone's grandmother,
do we realize the magic we are being
introduced to?

Do we see the wonder of a love expressing
heart, 
or the healing power of a falling tear?

Can we feel the gentleness of affection,
or bask in the glow of all forgiving spirit?

Are we privy to be seen as a perfect reflection
of life,
or can our spirits fly on the fluttering
of her delightful giggle?

Or are we at least aware that we are,
for a time in the presence
of greatness?

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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli