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Granny passed away last week

And she left me her old plant to keep

She pruned and dug the soil down deep

The plant looked fresh and oh so sweet



This pot will come to you one day

And she prodded and softened the clay

Do this each day for the plant to survive

Remember these words when I'm not alive



So now it sits on my side board each day

And it's time for me to prod the clay

I prod at the plant and dig down deep

To discover granny had a secret to keep

A box with her treasures to tell

And for me to nurture them well

A box with a message for her last words to tell

Her treasures for me to nurture them well.