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Memories

This is a poem my daughter wrote last year for a class assignment at her school.

Memories
I am from the old piano at my grandparents house.
From chocolate chip cookie dough and steaks on the grill.
I am from the sunroom at the back of my house.
Bright and sunny, the flowers you see are beautiful.
I am from the crab apple tree in my grandparents back yard.
Not very tall, the sour apples taste delicious.
I am from singing hymns with my grandparents and baking cookies with family.
From Tiffany and Jerry.
From treating others as I want to be treated.
I am from John 3:16
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, whoever believes in Him Shall not perish but have everlasting life.
I am from Burning Fork Road.
Gravy and Biscuits and Sausage dip.
From Listening to my Mamaw “MeMe” sing to her grandkids.
From the piano my Mamaw Carol played years ago, before she passed.
From my grandfather who is a Vietnam Veteran.
In the basement on a shelf is a shoebox filled with pictures of my Mamaw Carol and other loved ones who I dearly miss.
These memories will last a lifetime.
-Emily
11-9-07

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