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Grandmere's Special Bag Down the dirt road, the walk from the bus, she came to share a love, as special as any love can be. Her paperbag held treasure, there was no guile, just pleasure. She chose with care, what she carried there. To a child it was adventure. It never cost much money, that never mattered though. Her love was pure, and sure to us, each of us did know. We'll always carry in our heart, her happy countenance. We carry in our bag, hearts joyous, and content. Grandmere, always that treasure. |
Additional Notes:
With minor revisions to fulfill a special request made by a fellow TPL member...in respect with reluctance I resubmit. Fot there are those that share the warmth of a friendship as special as can be.....she knows
who she is, and if she says jump through this hoop, I would, and I am. Best regards to all.
The fond memories of Grandmere Regina, a treasure to us all. My original dedication.
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