I remember Grandma Rose,
With her bobby pins and
Late night horror shows.
Her sweet smile and disposition,
She always made sure we had nutrition.
Cakes and tea or apple pie for me.
I went off to the war,
She kissed my cheek.
To see her no more.
The years had passed, the war came to an end.
I returned to her front porch in need of mend.
She was long gone from this world.
Even though I would never see her again.
On the old front porch lay a bobby pin.
I know she had prayed for my safe care.
I picked it up knowing it came from her hair.
It was all she had left me, that old bobby pin.
I put it in my pocket, till we meet again.
You were thoughtfull and had a kind face,
But I know one curl is out of place.
Till we meet again, Grandma Rose.
Saint Eule
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