Posts tagged with: poem

An old wooden crate whose paint had long faded Sat in the musty crowded basement Filled with miniature trains collected over a lifetime Long untouched and neglected But it wasn’t always so Some of my fondest Christmas memories include those...
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Grandma and I shared a bedroom. I loved my Grandma and didn’t mind sharing a room with her. We slept together in the queen-sized bed. There was a toilet in what must have been a closet at one time. And...
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I attended school at the small red brick schoolhouse The one across the street from my house Each grade was held in a different classroom My third-grade teacher was Mrs. Smith I didn’t know Mrs. Smith before the third-grade But...
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