I’m your granny -Sue Lobo

I’m not just an old lady, I’m your Granny, my son,

If you want old fairy stories told, then I am the one,

I’m the library of histories, that no one remembers,

I’m warm lap where you sit, cold days in Decembers.

I’m the diary you talk to, when you’re happy or sad,

I’m who you tell when you’ve done something bad,

I’m the spoiler with treats, & we’ll not tell a soul,

I’m the one who hides evidence, down deep in a hole.

I’m the keeper of secrets, wishes, whispers & sighs,

I’m the guardian of memories & dismantler of lies,

I’m the painter of smiles & the old dryer of tears,

I’m your Granny & best friend, regardless of years.

POETRY BY – SUE LOBO © /|\ (Beautiful art by & shared from Lisa Aisato, with love & gratitude): X ❤

Marriage to one like the caretaker who did not meet your needs

Yes !

I realized X was as detached and displeased and surface as my Mother !

I realized Mom was loaded with unhealed trauma and our relationship was better as I became a Mom myself but she passed with unhealed and unspoken feelings.

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