Hazel Izbitt

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My Grandpa Died And Took The Coffee Grinder

Poem by Hazel Izbitt

and at the funeral my three-old- cousin asked:
'Where is grandpa? '
My aunt's response: 'He's in heaven.' Or something like that...

His response: 'I thought he was in that box.'

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 18, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011