Grandmother Poem

Memories with grandma who's passed.

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Well about 9 months ago I moved to Ohio from Texas because my dad got a job at the oil rig. I miss my family in Texas very much but my dad met a girl while hanging with friends about 3 years...

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© Allison G. Henderson

February 2006

My Grandmother


Laying in her bed while she tells us her childhood stories,
Never ending perfect days without any worries.
Making us laugh was her specialty,
and all those long summer evenings having tea.
She taught me so much about life's ups and downs,
and so long for her to still be around.
Every precious moment we had I will always treasure,
and in my thoughts and my heart she will be forever.
Although she's left me for now,
I know for sure I will see her again...somehow.

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  • by Courtney, Ohio
  • 7 months ago

Well about 9 months ago I moved to Ohio from Texas because my dad got a job at the oil rig. I miss my family in Texas very much but my dad met a girl while hanging with friends about 3 years ago Which now is my step mom. Every day I Skype my grandma just to tell her how much I love her.

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