I was remembering my Grandmother’s soft lilac-scented lap, her smooth dusting powder, cat’s rhinestone glasses, thick leather purse with candy bars, and heeled beige shoes a few days ago. This poem by Marlyn of Kintal reminded me again. I love the old-fashioned name Grandam or Grandame. Thanks for this treat, Marlyn. I hope you all like it! Warmly, Brenda
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Brenda, thank you what a sweet poem. Take care, Bill
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Bill, I liked it a lot, too. Marlyn is pretty terrific. I’m going to come by soon and find out your number. I hope it hasn’t slid below 2.5.
I visited a neighbor of mine at my old house recently, and she came into the kitchen with her oxygen, and I heard her breath, and immediately I knew she had COPD. She confirmed it, and I realized I have picked up a lot from you.
She said she can’t walk 10 feet anymore. Isn’t that sad? She still a lovely, lively and funny person on the inside.
Hugs, Brenda
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AnElephant loves fairies, butterflies and frogs.
And especially Grandmas!
Great poem.
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Me, too! My grandma was on my mind, and then I found a friend in the same place. I was thinking of writing a poem about my grandma, and I may yet. Hugs, Elephant! Brenda
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Thanks for reblogging it was a treat!
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My pleasure! 🙂
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