To Curtis, a Dear Friend
Encouraging my gifts, writing and art,
a grandpa who loves with all his big heart.
We met by chance and great friends we became.
He souped me and I recognized his name,
wanted a gift made by me, “right now I’ll start!”
The kindness from him crossed the finish line,
appreciation for my hand made sign.
Emails back and forth of true faith and hope,
teaching me the Word is the way to cope.
His benevolence is fine and divine.
Just like myself he believes in the Lord,
brings hope to me when offering accord.
Makes me feel so special here on the soup,
never would have met him without this group.
For meeting him was my greatest reward.
Curtis Moorman, it’s you that I speak of…
full of impressing compassion and love.
September 22, 2019
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Bobby May
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