“Ouch” says me I lost my Grandma’s mole today
I lost my grandma’s mole today
a well loved mole-that in an earlier year marked a higher plane but as Shakespeare says
“though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle’s compass come;” my grandma’s mole drifted low and began to cause some pain
“Off with it and the one on your shin” the doc she say
Oh No- not the shin, I said with a tear; me mum thought that a speck of dirt-long ago and tried to “scrub” that one “away”!