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Inheritance

My grandson asked my husband For a wish he could fulfill - “Grandpa, can you leave your house To me inside your will?” He’s visited our weekend place Not often, but he could Envision coming back for years, As we sure hope he would. Although we hate to think of when We will not be around, It’s nice to know our house provides A haven Henry’s found.

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Ann Foster

Date: 7/18/2022 8:57:00 AM

A haven... that is exactly how I felt about my grandparent. They did not own a house, or anything. They gave everything they ever made to their kids all the way... In the end... I received grandma's cornbread pan. It gives me a sense... she is sometimes still with me... cooking... Ann

Gershon Wolf

Date: 7/17/2022 8:58:00 PM

O, Henry! ~ He'll be in his haven after you are in heaven...

Gordon Mcconnell

Date: 7/17/2022 12:47:00 PM

Such a lovely piece penned so well Ilene with good imagery and expression. Blessings,Gordon

Rico Leffanta

Date: 7/16/2022 7:05:00 PM

I can just imagine him singing, "Henry VIII I am I am!" Good head on his shoulders! Aloha!

Jim Slaughter

Date: 7/16/2022 12:59:00 PM

Ilene, I concur with everything L Milton said. Henry is very lucky to have you and your husband in his life.

L Milton Hankins

Date: 7/16/2022 12:51:00 PM

Ilene, this is so sweet. The boy feels very close to you and to the weekend place. He is also quite far-thinking! But, it's always a good thing to have the future in mind.