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The flowers were blooming so pretty
Grandpa read poems to her that day
Sitting with him in that lovely garden
She heard every word he had to say
Grandpa loved to read her his poetry
His words would come from his heart
They would have a glass of lemonade
Then grandpa's readings could start
A poem he wrote about grandmother
Caused tears to well in his aged eyes
She tried to understand why he cried
But she was just too young to realize
These memories will last her a lifetime
Daily she goes to the garden for a look
On warm spring days she still sees him
He is reading her a poem from his book
Verse by Acie
© 2002