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Swinging on the porch swing early in the night,
Listening to crickets and watching fireflies light.
I loved to sit beside her and listen to her sing.
We could sit for hours on the ole porch swing.
Yet I don't have my Grandma... I've never even seen her... but reading your poem made me imagine my Grandma beside me holding my hand and like we were both reading your poem.. ... truly good...
You entered the room and my heart skipped a beat
I knew in an instant we were destined to meet.
As you looked up from the floor and your eyes locked on mine
A warm subtle chill crept up and down my spine.