Ann Foster Poet Free verse

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Sunday

When I was just a little girl, 
Grandma, she made cookies. 
I watched her can things in a jar,
and make bread from homemade dough. 

When I was just a little girl, 
Grandpa, he worked on mowers.
He taught me all about small engines,
and to ride a horse better than Tim. (my older brother)

We went to church on Sunday.

When I was just a young girl, 
Grandma, she made dresses. 
I watched her hem and darn,
and perform real, tree magic! (grafting)

When I was just a young girl, 
Grandpa worked on tractors.
He taught me all about bugs, 
and to look for snakes in the garden. 

We went to church on Sunday.

When I had come of age, 
Grandma, she made quilts.
I watched her struggle all the time, 
but I learned, what living was about.  

When I had come of age, 
Grandpa had gone home. 
He went to be with Jesus,
yet I know, we are not alone.

We still go to church on Sunday.

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Jeanne Mcgee July 27, 2019 at 10:48 AM I learned so much from my Grandma too...I love how you wove this poem of your memories. Ann Foster July 27, 2019 at 5:25 PM You can surely tell you are a master poet... "wove" ... I love it. Now I have to go study on that a while, and work on a new poem. hehe. Hugs. Ann

Silent One July 27, 2019 at 6:51 AM Beautiful memories... Ann Foster July 27, 2019 at 8:55 AM As kids we need to hang on to something worthwhile, that stays. The rest rarely has the same longevity. Hope you have a truly blessed day. Ty for the comments. Ann

Jennifer Proxenos July 27, 2019 at 1:35 AM Such beautiful, heartfelt memories of your family Ann, something that will be with you forever - loved this poem and the simplicity of life as it used to be. Love and kisses, Jennifer Ann Foster July 27, 2019 at 8:54 AM My best memories are my grandparents. I pray everyone has a set even a little bit like mine. The rest, not at all. But for them, the basis for all heroes in my life, thereafter. Ann

Alkas Poetry July 26, 2019 at 6:36 PM A real picture of a family fearing God, A family that preserves simplicity of living ... and your poetry shows the beauty of simple life ... Congrats, dear Ann alkas Ann Foster July 26, 2019 at 6:53 PM We need to remember being simple has rewards that are not readily seen by most. :) Ann

Kurt Ravidas July 26, 2019 at 1:21 PM How come such a sunny Sunday inspired me to write my own, a gloomy one? The inspiration is a true walker-by-itself) Rays of love. Ann Foster July 26, 2019 at 2:17 PM Just a few moments captured like pearls in shells, gathered and put on a string. So glad you enjoyed. Ann

Arturo Michael July 26, 2019 at 12:48 PM And will forever be in church on Sundays...Nicely done... Ann Foster July 26, 2019 at 2:16 PM Oh yes... :) Hugs. Ann

Vijay Pandit July 26, 2019 at 10:07 AM What a beautiful recall of childhood memories..your poem is so sincere and heartfelt, Ann. Excellent write. Ann Foster July 26, 2019 at 10:43 AM Thank you so kindly. I miss them so much. We should all be blessed with incredible grandparents. They have so much more patience than parents, busy trying just to feed their families. Hugs Ann