Grandma’s guardian

She sees her Grandma shed a tear
And switches to a faster gear
To toddle to her saree pleat
And chew it with her quarter teeth.

When Grandma leans to pick her up
She joins her hands into a cup,
The way she does to ask for food
Or when she’s in her Lego mood.

The moment Grandma dawns a smile,
The little guardian nods a while,
Then breaks into her temple peal
Of almost-toothless laughter reel.

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