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    When strangers talk,
    There was always an open ear.
    At the grocery store, or someone taking a walk,
    You always listened, even if it wasn't clear.
    Open invitation to always revisit,
    With a heart full of gold.
    Your love had no limit,
    And no stories went untold.
    Grandmother turned to mother,
    When I turned 5,
    Taught me how to tie my shoes and drive.
    Little bunnyfoofoo was the name she gave,
    Or Curtis Blake when I wouldn't behave.
    Peace in death is more than earned,
    Because when it came to others,
    You were the most concerned.

    Curtis B Hardison

  • #2
    Awesome tribute to your Gma "bunnyfoofoo" nice addition to the Zone and welcome!
    Last edited by Bobby Del Boy; 01-20-2017, 06:35 AM.

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    • #3
      I agree! This tribute paints a picture of a loving and generous woman. Sorry for your loss Curtis. Welcome to the zone! You'll find good company here.

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      • #4
        Hello curtis, A poem oozing with love and lovingly composed. She must have been a wonderful lady, may she rest in peace. I must commend your style and form, I found it comfortable and aptly expressed in homely language. Regards, Tony.

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        • #5
          She sounds like a very loving grandmother, such a sweet tribute to her.

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          • #6
            Beautiful tribute; she has left a legacy and you, in turn, will create one in her honour. Thank you.

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