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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



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Family Legacy
I met Uncle August on my honeymoon. I was prepared. “He won’t talk to you," my new husband told me. "He’s a cantankerous old man, so don’t be hurt, he doesn’t talk to anyone.” He was in his 70's. I was 20. He was ill. He was right where I was told he would be, sitting at a long wooden table in a large kitchen. One that had fed large families and farm workers for decades. His arms were spread out to his sides enlarging his lung cavity so he could breathe easier. His head was hung between his shoulders; a long crooked ash hung at the end of his lit cigarette between gnarled and stained fingers. He looked up to me when I was introduced and he talked. We talked and laughed, nonstop, for two hours. Thirty-seven years later his nephew, at his long wooden kitchen table, elbows extended so he could breathe, Oxygen snaking its way into ruined lungs, head hung low, trying to nap. Was he remembering Uncle August? Unable to breathe paramedics took him away. He never came home. His children said their tearful goodbyes — and now they wait to take their place at the long wooden kitchen table.
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