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My Grandmother Ruth Hastings Boyd

If I touched the lid on the  candy dish in the living room                                                                         My Grandmother could hear the clink of glass on glass in the kitchen                                                " Michael !"  she would exclaim softly                                                                                                         There was a rummer in the family that she was physic                                                                  That she had seen two of her children after they had died                                                                                                                                     Before anyone had told her they where gone                                                                                             I don't know about that but I can tell you                                                                                            No one touched the lid on the candy dish without my grandmother knowing

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Debbie Duncan

Date: 6/20/2013 10:22:00 PM

Love it Michael, I'll bet your grandmother was psychic. There is a lot of us that are, in fact most humans are. ,my mother was, I still talk with her and other people on the other side;} Kaleidoscope is a poem I just threw together, thank you for reading my words ;}

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/1/2013 10:59:00 PM

that's fascinating stuff about your grandma. My mom has seen dead relatives too. I enjoyed this one.