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A Lifetime Tradition

Grandfather relaxed While I cleaned his grimed toenails— He was a tugboat captain. It was tradition, As soon as he fell asleep, I painted his toenails red. © February 22, 2012 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Sedoka me any subject Sponsored by: Russell Sivey

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 3/2/2012 9:04:00 PM

DANE... CONGRATULATIONS ..ON YOUR WONDERFUL WIN~ Have yourself a very nice night ;-)*always..pd

Sara Kendrick

Date: 3/2/2012 5:31:00 PM

Cute one..Got a chuckle..Congrats on your win..Way to go..Sara

Christopher Bunton

Date: 2/29/2012 9:30:00 PM

Congratulations!

Kim Merryman

Date: 2/29/2012 7:35:00 PM

Congrats on your win, Dane Ann! Love, Kim

Jonas L. Rozario

Date: 2/29/2012 11:01:00 AM

great write Dane Ann...enjoyed it a lot. Congrats!!

Wilma Neels

Date: 2/29/2012 10:25:00 AM

hehe, this is so cute Dane Ann! Congratulations on your win ;) love Wilma

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 2/29/2012 7:29:00 AM

Congratulations on your win in Russell's "Sedoka Me Any Subject" contest Dane Ann. Love, Carol

Nette Onclaud

Date: 2/28/2012 10:37:00 PM

another great write, dane... you rule and congrats on your great win!..:) huggs

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 2/28/2012 7:18:00 PM

congrats Dane Ann on a dynamic win for this interesting Sedoka luv..

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

Date: 2/23/2012 10:56:00 PM

LOL. I would have done the same! If this is true, what an awful tradition. I would find a podiatrist who makes housecalls. A fun read tonight...thanks for sharing. Blessings, Rhonda

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Date: 2/24/2012 3:15:00 AM

It is true...and it was a tradition...his children, as I understand, did the same thing. I was taught at a very young age...of course by my grandmother. LOL It was NOT an awful tradition, though. He always laughed heartily. And he did NOT TAKE IT OFF! When he was out on the boat working, sometimes for weeks at a time, his red toenails reminded him of how much we loved him and how much fun we always had when he was home. When he died, he had red toenails, which my grandmother insisted were to be left red. I had painted them red. Granddad had been my favorite person on earth.