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The secret to old age
Dear Mautsko,
In ink she writes her wishes and deepest regrets. Each drop a memory no .. not all sorrowful as one might assume.
Viewing her hands she sees the wrinkles of age that claim her skin and she laughs with a smile so bright you'd think the whole room would be lit up.
But no in her elderly state she reminices on the trouble and joy of coming to America, finding love and watching her family expand and grow.
A quilt of many colors, cultures and memories this is the secret to old age.
-Love you Grandma
In ink she writes her wishes and deepest regrets. Each drop a memory no .. not all sorrowful as one might assume.
Viewing her hands she sees the wrinkles of age that claim her skin and she laughs with a smile so bright you'd think the whole room would be lit up.
But no in her elderly state she reminices on the trouble and joy of coming to America, finding love and watching her family expand and grow.
A quilt of many colors, cultures and memories this is the secret to old age.
-Love you Grandma
Published 7th Jan 2018
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