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I was at my grandmother's picking elderberries for her. If you've ever picked elderberries off the stems, then you know it's a long process. And if you haven't, well, it's a long process. Sometimes takes a few hours, so my mind formed this poem, and this is what it is. Written in 2014.
A memory about the rain
By Patrick Pugh
A short story in which a young man deals with the death of his grandmother.
Short Story | Updated May 7, 2012 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
My grandma doesn't like some things I do, and likes to act as if she's my mom.... well here's my thoughts on that.
a story about a12 yr old gal
summer with my grandkids on the beach
This book is essays about grandmothers, mothers and single women born early in the twentieth century. Hard working, faith filled, courageous women, each with a story to tell.
This poem is based on Kaori's challenge...She gave me this beautiful relation between a mother and her child and ANXIETY....I dedicate this poem to all the mothers, aunts, Grand mothers of the WORLD who know this word
About my Grandmother Bertie Who passed away
Born-10/29/1929 Died 4/16/2004
Poetry | Updated Sep 24, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0