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Granddad's Homemade Bean Soup
GRANDDAD’S Homemade BEAN SOUP Bean soup was served ‘cause Granddad was in town. Yes, every grown up in the neighborhood. Was glad when Granddad’s boat was homeward bound. His homecoming was grand, for he was good. If bells on grandma’s door knob jingled sound, Or someone made the knocker tap on wood. He quickly would wake up though sleep he should. Bean soup was served ‘cause Granddad was in town. The neighbor folks came calling, gathered ‘round, And when they did, my granddad understood. That every ear would hear his tales, spellbound— Yes, every grown up in the neighborhood. His stories, games and tricks blessed my childhood. Fun memories within my heart abound. And every one that on his shared path stood, Was glad when Granddad’s boat was homeward bound. When he was near, I wore an invisible crown. That he loved me, I clearly understood. Such love cannot be measured by the pound, His homecoming was grand, for he was good. I dream that he, with heaven’s love is bound. Walking with God, talking…life, understood. Smiling God says I’m glad you’re back in town. The angels now understand why, as they should Bean soup was served. Dedicated to My Granddad, David Elliott ("Ellie") Brandt Sr. Who made my life magical even from a distance! © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen March 13, 2010 Poetic form: Rondeau Redouble’
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