Grandma’s porch
Makes me want to be there
Sitting in the rocking chair
The smell of apple pie in the air
Little granddaughter with her teddy bear
Sitting in the other chair
The smells of Autumn everywhere
Makes me want to be there
Grandma is no longer in her chair
The rocking chair is no longer there
One thing I have and of it I take good care
Is a box in my closet that holds the teddy bear
Author Eileen Clark
Such a lovely poem Eileen – so evocative
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Good day, thank you for reading and commenting on my poem. 🙂
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Lovely…
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Hello Bette and thank you. 🙂
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Wow! Wow! Wow! What a wonderful, fabulous poem! It reminds me of my own dearest, sweetest, grandma who was the perfect epitome of love and kindness. I miss her so much. Thank you so much for this beautiful, heart touching post. Have a fantastic day.
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Good day and thank you for such praise, I am so happy you enjoyed it and that it brought back warm memories of your grandmother, my best regards.
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😊😊😊♥️♥️
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Heart warming. Lovely memories.
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Good day Selma, I am happy you enjoyed it. Yes good memories, my best regards.
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Beautiful poem that brings on fond memories.
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A late good morning Eugenia, pray you are well and thank you. 🙂
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Always a pleasure, Eileen.
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