Her name was Mary Louise Earhart.
She played the alto sax.
She was a nurse.
She always helped others before herself.
She was a quiet girl at school.
She married a trombonist and his name was Robert.
They had five kids; 4 boys and one girl.
He drank and often hit her.
She took the pain and moved on.
He later killed himself to let her to live on her one.
Today she has 26 grandchildren.
The oldest of them are alcoholics.
Most of them don't know what to do for a career.
Twenty-four of them don't play an instrument.
However, me and my brother were her best ones.
My bother plays in the percussion section.
I play the euphonium and trombone.
We both play musical instruments to pass onto our children.
We are the only grandchildren to actually live maturely.
My mom even said to me, that I was my grandmother's special boy.
I will continue to pass her kindness to the world.
I just hope I could be as gentle as her.
I love you Grandma, live peacefully in Heaven.
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This poem if for my grandma. She died on April 23, 2006. At 11:51 a.m. central time.
Written April 23rd, 2006
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you used your grandma as inspiration. that's good. i hope you're okay about whatever happened between you too. you must have loved her alot to write such good poetry about her, anyway. keep writing
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great
I'm so sorry for you loss! it was verry nice of you to put your grandmas memories in this poem! -
Thanks for replying to my poem. She was special to me. I just hope she's happy in Heaven.
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this is sweet, it's nice that you gave her a memory through a poem. I'm sorry for your loss, but it sounds like you really loved her.
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