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11 January 2017 @ 11:44 am
A poem written by my grandmother  
My dad has a listserv that sends out old stories and letters that my grandfather wrote in the last several years of his life. It's always nice to get them and remember him. Of all my grandparents, he was the storyteller.

This morning, a little poem appeared in my inbox. It was written by my dad's mother. When my grandfather sent it out to the family he didn't give a date, so I don't know at what point in her life she wrote it, but I like it.

The wind blew out of the south,
Mussing my hair, caressing my cheek and
Temptingly whispering, Climb over the hills
And see what lies beyond.
I never went to see
But I always wished I had.

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pathvainpathvain_aelien on January 12th, 2017 07:20 am (UTC)
That's lovely. :)
Suzik00kaburra on January 12th, 2017 05:21 pm (UTC)
Thank you :)