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Her No.1 Fan
(25th March 1943 / )

Her No.1 Fan

Poem By Ernestine Northover

She is so sweet, and only three feet,
Her golden hair, is only just there,
A smile, a grin, can easily begin,
To charm a Gran, her No.1 fan,
We laugh a lot, but don't care a jot,
For we have fun, and when we are done,
Onto the sofa she flops, and then drops
Off to sleep, and I very quietly peep,
And observe her face, so full of grace,
In gentle rest. I am so blessed,
She warms my soul, she makes me whole.

© Ernestine Northover

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Sweet maternal bliss, lovely verse. Andrew x
Good job on this poem! ! ! ! !
Cocooned in such bliss.What a pleasure to hold.You have expressed this so well.Love Duncan
i can like most parents and grandparents relate to this, the poem itself captures the youthful spirit of a child, thankyou for pointing this one out for me. yours sincerly Vincent


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