Casa Rosa

 

 

Grandparents are the flowers every spring. It’s the honey in the words. They are the certainty of the hand out.

Grandparents are the most beautiful song. They are the most perfect story. They are the light on grey days. It’s the lap at every farewell. It’s the morning every dawn.

Grandparents are the road made of thin sand. It’s the smile on every return. They are the fireplace that never goes out.

Grandparents are the rainbow that makes us smile. Those are those desired drops of hope. They’re sure we’re that beautiful child forever.

– Marisa Sousa

 

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