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My Grandma Bee
Bandrews

I held her softly in my arms
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Ninety-four,
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Wrinkeled skin and toothless,
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her eyes sparkeled blue,
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She recognized me
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With a weak smile
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As I fed her pasta
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my heart leaped to help her
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In a diaper,
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She knew the secrets of life,
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she touched my face,
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with her rough old hands,
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and said "Brittany"
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in her final breath.
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her scent overwhelmed me
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my tears fell in her
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gray hair.
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I hope she knew
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That I loved her.
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17 Jan 07


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Cut the extra noise and focus on the subject:

I held her softly in my arms
Ninety-four years,
wrinked and toothless.

Her eyes sparkled blue.
She recognized me
with a weak smile,
as I fed her pasta.

and so on
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