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SUMMER: 1947

Summer 1947
[Grandma Longo :1874-1947]

She walked in slow motion
with the soft summer breeze
black cotton dress swaying
past her knees
strands of white and yellow hair
floating gently in the air
the ponies had come that day
grandma was blind
I took her by the hand
and she showed me the way.

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Comments

Thank yu, Beau. I was five.

joe

author comment

A love that crosses ages.
Is this the lady that walks by the side of the corn field???
You take care this piece has so many memories in it, that only you can hold them safely. Yours Ian.T

PS:- We are the same age then Joe, I arrived 26th March 1942 not sure when I have to use my return ticket lol..

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