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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’

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 5/6/2010 8:16:00 AM
Congrats Dane Ann on your HM in Sami's contest Food For Soul.. a wonderful write and honor for u today..luv.. Linda-Marie..
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Date: 5/5/2010 11:36:00 PM
Congrats on your win in the contest, Dane Ann...Very nice write...Jimmy
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Date: 5/5/2010 1:00:00 PM
Great work and congratulations. Love, Joyce
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Date: 3/14/2010 9:06:00 AM
Awesome tribute Dane. Of David Elliott ("Ellie") Brandt Sr. I had visions of my own dad as he used to tell stories of my childhood interest that use to keep me spellbound. He was an awesome story teller. Thanks for memories of grandeur. Agape, Moses
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Date: 3/13/2010 7:17:00 PM
What a lovely poem, and boy, I bet that soup was good on a cold day! What a lovely memory! ~ Good luck in the contest, Dane Ann! Love, Carrie
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Date: 3/13/2010 3:13:00 PM
enjoyed reading, hope to see my loved ones someday.
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