Full of Cotton

A small brown bear,

You'd pay no mind.

But it's the only gift she left behind.

The only one that will never judge,

Or when I hit, won't hold a grudge.

Rather, it knows it's out of frustration,

That she's now gone;

A hard situation.

But it reminds me of her,

No matter what I do,

Thank you for the gift grandma.

I love you.

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