Comments about Carol Blackburn
There's so many things I could say about you,
I would never be able to tell them all, to a Gran
mother as loving as you.
I remember when you held
me in your arms and sang Grandma's
little girl, it still echoes to me
with charm I never felt so safe
How you use to curl my hair
leaving ringlets galore everywhere.
The walks we use to take, the cookies that we baked,
and the trips that I shall always embrace.
You taught me how to Embroidery,
it was such a fun task, it added
beauty that would last.