3030 Poetry Challenge Day 24

prompt for April 24th: favourite relative

It was my grandmother spoilt me rotten,
let me comb her hair,
play with her brooches and trinkets,
sleep in her bed at weekends.
I laughed at her old fashioned mottos.
Her airs and graces.
It was my mother,
raised by this woman,
who let me grow free.

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