I love my grandchildren.
I love them with full heart.
I adore them.
I think of them frequently.
I could look at their faces all day
And often do.
If one of them needed a kidney,
I would say “Take mine”
Without hesitation
Without even thinking is there an alternative
With gratitude that I could help.
Is this the one true pure love?
Uncomplicated by the cares of parenthood
Uncomplicated by sexual attraction
Uncomplicated by doubt.
They love me too
Just as I am
With gray hair and wrinkles
Even without presents.
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