Poetry Readings

Julia, the baby, just two years old) Would line up next to Grandpa's wheelchair And plant a kiss on his rough, stubbly cheek. We'd say, "Hi, Grandpa," in a Small voice. Then we'd sit down on the dining room chairs, The ones with the two carved wooden posts And the cushions with the tassels at the corners, And eat a delicious home-cooked meal. Grandpa died two years later. For awhile, When the cousins came to visit Grandma Rose, (There were only five of us then - Alexander, eleven Me, two ...



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