Grandma's Crappy Dress

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Grandma's Crappy Dress

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Grandma's Crappy Dress

Poem by: Cyber Dood

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Genre: Humor

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One from Palewriter I revised. I've always had aliking for this one.

Summary

One from Palewriter I revised. I've always had aliking for this one.

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Submitted: January 10, 2012

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Submitted: January 10, 2012

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She'd always pinch my cheek and say:
 
"How's my little man?"
 
She'd walk me up to church or school
 
and hold my little hand.
 
Still what I remember most
 
beyond a psalm or test
 
was Grandma's crappy dress.
 
 
It was charcoal grey with a bent zipper
 
that stuck out up the front.
 
Her pockets carried kleenex balls
 
her hands would have to hunt.
 
A botched-up collar that went each way 
 
created a fashion mess
 
for Granma's crappy dress.
 
 
And certain nights when storms arose
 
she'd run upstairs to me
 
and grab a chair to settle down
 
to make my terrors flee
 
But when I'd rise to hug goodnight
 
my fears would then regress
 
from Grandma's crappy dress.
 
 
So now here as I say goodnight
 
wherever she may be.
 
If she arrived in heaven then
 
I'm glad she's finally free.
 
But if she's somehow down in hell
 
the devil nevertheless
 
must burn that crappy dress.
 


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