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" When I Get To Heaven"

"When I Get To Heaven" I did not know this man...I called my Grandpa. We were strangers in this life. He was often in my heart... In the thoughts that wondered in my mind. I did not know this man...I called my Grandpa. My memories of him are few. They are branded in my mind... Like childhood memories...often do. I did not know this man... I called my Grandpa. His face is picture perfect.. His voice crystal clear. I did not know this man...I called my Grandpa. Our time was not for here... God tells us we will meet in Heaven... As it is meant to be... There.. I will know my Grandpa...and...my Grandpa will know me. Written By: Gwen Jones Friday, February 26, 2010 Georgetown, Louisiana

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Date: 3/5/2010 9:05:00 AM
I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Gwen. I also wish you the best in your writing endeavors. If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol
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Date: 3/4/2010 10:17:00 PM
I feel exactly the same. Same situation, same ideas. Nice poem.
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Date: 3/4/2010 7:37:00 PM
Yes, I believe we will feel the connection to all relatives in heaven, even those we scarcely knew on earth. You made me think of my own grandfather who died when I was five. I do have some memory of him, but it's faint. Yet, I believe I'll know him when we meet again. Very nice poem, Gwen! Welcome to Poetry Soup! Best Wishes, Carolyn
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Date: 3/4/2010 12:25:00 PM
Welcome to the Poetry Soup Family of Poets ... please continue to share your creative writes with us all..as this delight tonight...a lovely inspirational piece Gwen and excellent message within your lines..luv.. Linda-Marie..
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Date: 3/4/2010 11:00:00 AM
aww a great poem, I carnt remembr my grandad that much either my grand parents died a long time ago, i remembr he smoked a pipe and i used to love going to visit but carnt rememebr the rest, they wont forget us and are watching over us day to day, God bless from diane
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