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Grandmas Rocking Chair

Grandma would rock in her chair,
as she shelled green beans,
telling me stories of old,
that kept my attention.

As I helped her with this
chore, I was amazed with
this wonderful sweet lady
and the wisdom she had.
She never attended a day
of school, but yet she had
all the answers.


Every time I talked with her,
she would build me up,
telling me "Jimmy Foulk,
you will be somebody someday,
mark my words."

I could never get down while
with her, she just kept building
me up and encouraging me.


She was my best friend as well
as my Grandma, she died in
1969 and I dearly miss her.

written 4-17-11

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Timothy Brumley May 1, 2011 at 1:06 AM Sounds just like my grandmother, or perhaps that sounds just like all grandmothers:) Congratulations for having this lovely poem featured James!

Carol Sunshine Brown April 27, 2011 at 5:33 AM Congratulations James on your well deserved poetry being featured this week. Love, Carol

Kevin Stock April 26, 2011 at 2:36 PM I love this poem James...Grandmothers are a treasure to be held onto. Forever!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart April 25, 2011 at 8:10 AM Congrats James on your featured poem this week on P.S. .. wonderful piece to share with us all my friend with luv..

Dr.Ram Mehta April 25, 2011 at 8:02 AM Congratulations on your poem being featured this week, James

Carolyn Devonshire April 22, 2011 at 1:09 PM James, grandmas do impart a lot of wisdom. It's nice that you spent time with her while you were growing up. And she was right -- you ARE somebody special. Your talent is reflected in your words. One of my grandmother's died in '69 as well (but she had dementia and never recognized me). The other outlived my mother who passed in '84. "Babci," Polish for Grandma, was very close and dear to me. Your poem reminded me of her; she taught me to cook. Thank you! Love, Carolyn

Theresa Edwards April 22, 2011 at 10:30 AM Enjoyed your remembrance of Grandma; may we all have a grandma so grand. thanks fo r your kind comments on my poem "Back and Forth" I cleaned up the ending; you amy wish to re-read it. Enjoy the Easter weekend. He is risen. Spread the good news.

Carol Eastman April 21, 2011 at 1:04 PM Beautiful remembrance... Reminds me a lot about my own.

Joyce Johnson April 19, 2011 at 5:08 PM A lovely story about your grandma. You were lucky to have her in your life. Thank you for reading and commenting so often. Love, Joyce

Manouchka Doreus April 19, 2011 at 11:51 AM i'm sure grandmothers everywhere are smiling knowingly about this piece. good write

Desiree M April 19, 2011 at 9:11 AM I'm sure your grandma is proud of you up above. Nice poem

Linda-Marie Sweetheart April 19, 2011 at 6:24 AM So true James.. all Grandma's had great wisdom back in the day.. mine read bible stories to us grandchildren.. and I dearly miss her small statue but powerful presence.. great expressive piece my friend..wishing u a very Happy Easter celebration luv..

Renee Kelly April 19, 2011 at 6:21 AM Your grandmother was a wonderful woman and this is a beautiful tribute to her. Fantastic poem!

Ugenteraan Manogaran April 19, 2011 at 2:31 AM "She never attended a day of school, but yet she had all the answers" ..... love this line very very much!!....your grandma is very lucky to have somebody like you!... fantastic poetry....7+

Robin Freeman April 18, 2011 at 8:30 PM That was vert heart warming and very sweet

Matt Hunt April 18, 2011 at 8:17 PM Very fitting tribute. I enjoyed this a lot. Grandparents are wonderful. I'm glad you had such a great one:) Thank you for all your kind reviews.

Nette Onclaud April 18, 2011 at 11:42 AM oh james, a loving praise for a sweet grandmother! i miss mine.. wonderful read with lyrical tones! :) huggs, nette

Cherie Durbin April 18, 2011 at 7:41 AM A loving tribute, James!

Jack Horne April 18, 2011 at 6:55 AM She sounds like she was a lovely lady, James. And reminds me of my dear old gran in many ways. I can still remember my gran shelling peas and beans - and to her, I was the most gifted boy in the world. Thank you for sharing : )

Daver Austin April 18, 2011 at 5:02 AM Nothing beats the love of grandparents. They have been through it and are more layed-back. They know the value of life. Love, Dave

Caroline Cécile Delacroix April 17, 2011 at 9:39 PM A very nice and touching dedication to your grandmother! yes, we do miss those in our lives who have made an impact on us even when we were children. Did her words become true? :) Thanks for sharing and thank you for your kind comments on my poem today.