Cobra's
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This poem is dedicated to my GrandMother
Grandma
She loved her garden and in it everything grew
Watching every plant for anything new
Digging the earth and putting in seeds
Watering and fertalizing to fill in all it's needs
Now if you were up for a game of Dominos
She was always ready, as everyone knows
Making you go to the bone yard was her favorite thing to do
She would laugh out loud and so would you
If you wanted to here a funny story, she always had one to tell
If she would ever write them down, I knew they would sell
Her face would get animated and bright, as she told the tale
Around her all the small things seemed to pale
Life is not always what it seems to be
And Grandma will always be there for her family and me
God has now taken her in all his glorious might
I know she will be watching over us all everynight
I Love You Grandma
Jim
