If she was a dog she would be frail and white,<\/p>\n
If she was a sofa she would be rickety and used,
\nbut still comfy,<\/p>\n
If she was a time of day she would be the evening,
\nwhen the sun is setting,<\/p>\n
If she was a phase of the moon,
\nshe would be a toenail shape,
\nnearly running out,<\/p>\n
If she was a kind of weather,
\nshe would be light rain,
\nand deep clouds,<\/p>\n
If she was\u00a0 a machine she would be old but reliable,
\nand wouldn’t stop,<\/p>\n
Her grin is evergreen,
\nbut ever fading,<\/p>\n
Her footprints are small,
\nbut never ending,<\/p>\n
Her promises are locked away in her slow beating heart,<\/p>\n
Her hands and wrinkled and withered,
\nbut always working,<\/p>\n
Her hair is grey and soft to the touch,<\/p>\n
She the one, my granny!<\/p>\n
By Aggie<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
If she was a dog she would be frail and white, If she was a sofa she would be rickety and used, but still comfy, If she was a time of day she would be the evening, when the sun is setting, If she was a phase of the moon, she would be a toenail … <\/p>\n