Melba Louise JenkinsA Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa(Melba was my grandmother)M elba Louise was as pretty as a girl could be E legant lady she was Irish and Cherokee L ovely blond curls adorned her sweet face B orn on September 18th of 1907 A married lady by time she turned seventeen
L onliness came to her when her husband was killed O n a hot summer day during the Great Depression U nfortunately she cried as she held him close to her heart I n her arms he lay dying from a bullet to his side S he kissed him good-bye as he said "please don't cry E verything sweetheart will be alright
J ust be strong my love and take care of our 3 children" E verything went dark as he closed his weary eyes N ow what was she to do, so young to be left a widow K eeping her promise to his last dying wish she remarried I n the years that followed she was beat, and children abused N o one ever spoke about it until this very day for he always S aid to us kids "Children should be seen and not heard" © 2008 Deborah Leah KrempaReviews
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11 Reviews Added on August 4, 2008 Last Updated on August 6, 2008 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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