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I Remember Grandma

I remember Grandma’s beauty The way she’d grace her smile at me I remember Grandma’s duty Holding family together I remember the old large home A large yard with a cyclone fence I remember no small kitties Couldn’t afford the extra expense I remember no TV set To watch Dragnet or Lassie shows I remember a radio Latin Music she always chose I remember the Impala Cool 1950’s model rove Crazy grandma behind the wheel Had to close your eyes when she drove I remember her kindness Her home was your home to visit Stacks of warm homemade tortillas, Tamales, warm food in the skillet I remember gradually With small tremors, slurred speech, stiffness, She had uncontrollable shakes Parkinson’s disease her illness I remember Grandma’s beauty I remember Grandma’s kindness I remember Grandma’s caress I remember Grandma’s illness

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Date: 9/18/2017 5:40:00 PM
A wonderful tribute to Grandma(s) Evokes wonderful memories, unfortunately a touch of sadness too, my Grandma left us with Dementia, kind regards, Kevin x
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Eve Roper
Date: 9/18/2017 6:50:00 PM
Hello Kevin, thank you for reading... Dementia was part of the Parkinson.. My dad also was claimed with it I hear it is hereditary. ~`*
Date: 11/12/2016 1:27:00 PM
ohh, the longing and endless affirmation of grandma's essence... heartwarming indeed, eve.. huggs
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Eve Roper
Date: 11/12/2016 7:11:00 PM
thank you, Nette, Hugs Eve
Date: 11/11/2016 10:56:00 PM
Let's remember the homemade tortillas and try to forget verse 6. Well done Eve...
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Eve Roper
Date: 11/11/2016 11:03:00 PM
Thank you, Charlie, it would be nice to put verse 6 it is so hard because I saw my dad pass with the same disease Hugs Eve
Date: 11/11/2016 8:51:00 PM
A beautiful poem Eve, I remember mine was always cooking in the kitchen something yummy for us kids.
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Eve Roper
Date: 11/12/2016 10:23:00 AM
Hello Rick, my grandma's kitchen always smelt so good.. thank you for the inspirations Hugs Eve
Date: 11/11/2016 6:55:00 PM
I remember my grandmas too Mrs Eve. I remember all of the stories they used to tell me about the old days. Both were just like taffy, tough and sweet:) I love this poem. It brings back a lot of memories.
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Eve Roper
Date: 11/12/2016 10:21:00 AM
Hello Daniel, both my grandmas were like you said like taffy, tough and sweet. Hugs Eve
Date: 11/11/2016 3:17:00 PM
Beautiful poem, brought tears to my eyes. You could've been talking about my grandma. Truly touching and beautiful.
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Eve Roper
Date: 11/12/2016 10:18:00 AM
I'm sorry, Christy, I made you tear up .. Memories are so hard when it comes to the ones you love and the time were so much love.. Hugs Eve

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