
Every time I visit my gramma lady love, π·
I make sure not to forget her sparkly nail pot.β¨
We π» bear hug each other and exchange gentle pecks, π
Soon followed by a sweet cuppa tea, over a laidback ladies chat. π«π¬
During my last visit, she turned up her soft wrinkly hands, π€
And said to me βYour weensy bit of glittery enamel sticked around for oddly quite long,π¦
It silently reminds me of you, since the time you were gone β. π