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The Story of Grandma Bea
Music was Grandma Bea’s life. She lived for it. Lifting her spirits more than a bit. Funeral was today, family here Remembering and smiling at her antics dear. She raised a brood, eighteen in all. All sons alive, they grew so tall. Two daughters lost, one at birth, Another from a tractor fall. We loved her so, this simple mom, a family must, Whose children worked from dawn to dusk. Family concerts renown, we were never alone. But today, all somber, we ran back home. Some wanted to sing. One wanted to play. John picked up a fiddle, But it was not the right kind of day. We sat and we thought and we talked, and we shared. We brought in our grandchildren, and one who truly had cared. Grandma Bea had taken in his mother, He was closer to her than many of us. She had helped raise him and his brother. An angel, this four-year old, Gus. When our big sister, Little Bea arrived, our favorite soprano, We turned around and saw Gus, had fallen asleep, all tuckered and tired. On his Grandma’s Bea favorite thing, her piano. The best ending of the day, pleasing a fresh angel whom we all loved and admired. Written 11-03-2018 Contest: Tell Me A Story 2 About Boy Asleep at Piano Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
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