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People live forever in Jacksonville and St. Petersburg and Tampa,
But you don't have to live forever to become a grampa.
The entrance requirements for grampahood are comparatively mild,
You only have to live until your child has a child.
Friendship is love,
Without friendship love means nothing!
The white woman across the aisle from me says 'Look,
look at all the history, that house
on the hill there is over two hundred years old, '
as she points out the window past me
I woke up this morning
and I was mourning
weary and broken
my life burnin' down to ashes and smokin'
On an island the soft hue of memory,
moss green, kerosene yellow, drifting, mingling
in the Caribbean Sea,
a six-year-old named Alfred
O Great Spirit,
You who in Your form of the Chapungu,
the great eagle with sharper eye than any aeroplane,
watches over us and knows all things;
O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman!
Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds!
Such join'd unended links, each hook'd to the next!
I know, or I think I know, where I was born.
New Plymouth, a city with two sprawling cemeteries,
where I found my grandparents' gravestones at last,
but they were covered in gray lichen and moss.
Twisting back to time old memory we see,
Love builds heaven at home love is the key.
Sea of emotion floats in waves of joy light,
More like a vault -- you pull the handle out
and on the shelves: not a lot,
and what there is (a boiled potato
in a bag, a chicken carcass
My dear father,
Who was determined to educate me well,
To the best of his ability.
Remained throughout my life,
There is a place called Hope, Arkansas
Where a little boy grew up
No one ever dreamed that one day
His name would be on a special cup
Thank You Mom-for holding me in your loving arms every time I cried.
Thank You Mom-for changing my diaper and singing me to sleep.
Thank You Mom-for holding my hand as you walked me onto the bus my first day of school.
Thank You Mom-for trudging through the snow each winter to watch me perform in the school play.
On the shelf above the crackling fire,
the day’s work over, shadows swaying and flickering
across the room, in the firelight’s glow;
here is love abiding
A dear old couple my grandparents were,
And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven
The lamb that Jesus petted when a child;
Their faith was never draped by Doubt: to them
My neighbor's little son is so smart
In a write up on Grandparents, he wrote
"They never seem to hurry,
Any time, can tell a story
Hi. The name is Lou.
Born in the land of the new moon,
raised in the Pearl of the Orient.
My Grandparents as my Parents,
"We have a surprise for you! " They told their grandchildren who were staying with them for a few nights. "We guarantee you'll be amazed…it is a truly wondrous sight."
Moments such as these one has to experience…it's not something you can't teach…
so they loaded them into the car and headed to the beach.
I have a box of recipes from the past in my own family's property.
It's a wooden box.
And, the wooden box has notes with "old" recipes on them.
Sometimes I feel like examining them.
My Father's Day present from my daughter each year since our first grandchild was born has been a 'T' shirt with my grandchildren's picture on the front…which I happily have worn.
celebrating at grandparents fasting season of Easter, cousins bustle about in yard laying out goodies, hides birthday boy patiently await till summoned yonder, struts out let the party begin pure joy lit face, particular making sure mommy gets demands right, each item for the big day tumble out hard to keep up, if met with resistance easy to twist softens her heart, goes to great lengths always argues bargains tough chap, no means no sorry doesn't work better design some tactic, leaves her dejectedly laughing gets his way every time, middle child knows outwits adept at manoeuvering individual track, mamma shakes head wonders couldn't resist his charm, awesome Nahom cultivate more comes in handy in social circle, enjoy open arm hugs kisses coming your way from all
once the fashionable social nuclear family
was promoted as a perfect modern model
of a solid safe home good family pedigree
As The Bible Tells Me So
we are descendants
from our great-great-great-grandparents
If the rules were suddenly reversed
And the children were to die first,
Because of the virus still up in the air
Wouldn't more people then worry and care.
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