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Re: RPresta
Thank you RP only true happenings on this blog. With poetic licence of course.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 16, 2016 at 6:57 AM
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I enjoyed the poem, the story, the chocolates (I wish), and Grampy eternally there!
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on January 15, 2016 at 9:03 PM
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Re: Pat
We do miss our fire,having been brought up to sit and make toast for tea time and play board games with little rosy faces. Yes I forgot older folk do not remember things, fortunately, although she did scribble little things to improve some of the poems. Some she could not get her mind round, but she liked her chocolates.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 15, 2016 at 9:54 AM
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Re: Kabu
No I cannot be unkind I was going to tell you something horrible.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 15, 2016 at 9:49 AM
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Re: Taps
I think most are with the Angels now, not many pills in those days.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 15, 2016 at 9:46 AM
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Re:FS
Yes I think she was OK . Couldn't resist changing a few things though.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 15, 2016 at 9:44 AM
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Re: BC
Yes wait until you get there Bill, I hope you are famous.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 15, 2016 at 9:43 AM
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Re: Grandpa3
Way back Gilbert welcome to the site.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 15, 2016 at 9:42 AM
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That poem put me beside myself
Yeah, I went there-back in the day..... Thanks for taking me there CCt
posted by
Grandpa3
on January 15, 2016 at 9:09 AM
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A poetic close call
posted by
BC-A
on January 15, 2016 at 7:55 AM
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I am sure she enjoyed the poems you gave to her...I enjoy reading poems about one's grandparents.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on January 15, 2016 at 4:48 AM
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I love this poem. It reminds me so much of my Grandma who grew up in Mala Dobra, an old village in Bohemia.
posted by
TAPS.
on January 14, 2016 at 11:16 PM
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I rrefuse to eat tripe, other wise your poem of the oldies is a wonder.
posted by
Kabu
on January 14, 2016 at 12:51 PM
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Good on you that you have insight enough to remember your lapses and make up for them, and good on your former teacher that she forgot them. I like the poem, especially the line about grampy, doing as he pleases and rocking in front of the fire. Seems comforting somehow.
posted by
Pat_B
on January 14, 2016 at 10:55 AM
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