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Grandma Joy Puffed Me Up

Grandma Joy stirred the eggs so they would not burn I often watched, admiring her hands with spots She gave me a smile, and let me have a turn I love her aged arms, they are covered with dots I told her about the young girl who did spurn Grandma gave me compliments, and I mean lots. Knew what she was doing, loved her anyway. Full of eggs, I enjoyed the rest of my day.

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 9/14/2021 10:31:00 AM

Yep, I had a grandma like that, Caren. They are among the brightest spots in our lives. BTW, I feel much better today. My jaw is sore, but I'm able to eat and drink.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 9/15/2021 3:37:00 PM

I'm sure it will be. I'm always a bit impatient, Caren.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/15/2021 1:23:00 PM

I am glad you can eat; I hope it is easier each day.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 9/14/2021 8:05:00 AM

Time’s remembered as joyful, encouraging and tasty

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/14/2021 8:23:00 AM

Yes for sure.