Smiling faces, special treats.

Loving hugs and sometimes sweets;

    Wrinkled skins but young inside;

     Trusted friends who’re on your side.

 

They’re people who have time for me;

The ones who make the cakes for tea.

    They’re friends who mend our broken toys

    But sometimes say: “Now much less noise.”

 

Despite the fact they have white hair,

Grandparents are the ones who care.

    They’re people with the hearts of gold -

     The ones you love to hug and hold.

 

 

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