Poetry by Jackie

There were good times and bad, the good times were great and the bad times were sad. We would tell stories and play dress up with her jewelry,

He taught me how to build a fire; he gave me hope and desire. He taught me how to build a chair; he told me that life wasn’t fair. He watche

My Grandpas were very different but they both always loved me

He is supposed to be my best friend

A disease call Alzheimer’s

There was once a horse named Cracker Jack, and he had a little girl sitting on his back. Her grandpa walked along her side, holding the reins t