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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

Date: 7/27/2019 10:48:00 AM

I learned so much from my Grandma too...I love how you wove this poem of your memories.

Ann Foster
Date: 7/27/2019 5:25:00 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

Date: 7/27/2019 6:51:00 AM

Beautiful memories...

Ann Foster
Date: 7/27/2019 8:55:00 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

Date: 7/27/2019 1:35:00 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
Date: 7/27/2019 8:54:00 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

Date: 7/26/2019 6:36:00 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
Date: 7/26/2019 6:53:00 PM

We need to remember being simple has rewards that are not readily seen by most. :) Ann

Kurt Ravidas

Date: 7/26/2019 1:21:00 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
Date: 7/26/2019 2:17:00 PM

Just a few moments captured like pearls in shells, gathered and put on a string. So glad you enjoyed. Ann

Arturo Michael

Date: 7/26/2019 12:48:00 PM

And will forever be in church on Sundays...Nicely done...

Ann Foster
Date: 7/26/2019 2:16:00 PM

Oh yes... :) Hugs. Ann

Vijay Pandit

Date: 7/26/2019 10:07:00 AM

What a beautiful recall of childhood memories..your poem is so sincere and heartfelt, Ann. Excellent write.

Ann Foster
Date: 7/26/2019 10:43:00 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