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"You and I"A Poem by Mr Dunne PoetryA poem for the Mother, of my Mother ;) |
Great GrandsonA Poem by Barbara WalkerI wrote this after babysitting my 11 month old Great grandson, Ayden |
For the Love of Mildred PierceA Poem by David Lewis PagetHe lay awake in his narrow bed And opened his bedside drawer, Then fumbled around until he’d found The thing he was looking for.. |
Fifteen Hundred Miles In Another Man's Shoes - Act..A Screenplay by dominicjA Native American grandfather explores the adventure of taking his first grandson off the reservation, set in the mid 20th Century. Originally written.. |
The LandslideA Poem by David Lewis Paget‘There are times and tides in every life, There are things we never planned,’ The old man said to his grandson there As h.. |
Lesson LearnedA Story by MelissaAndresA grandmother and her young grandson walk on the beach like any other day but a valuable lesson is to be learned after a candy wrapper is tossed. |
Aladar Turns 18A Poem by Holy GmaA poem I wrote for my grandson when he recently turned 18. The reference to Aladar in the title refers to his obsession for dressing up as that fictio.. |
AbuelaA Story by Omar RamonAn excerpt of my life |
Magical GrandpaA Story by Views_She_WritesThe story is published in viewsshewrites(dot)wordpress(dot)com |
12. FACING UP TO FACTSA Chapter by Peter RogersonA grandfather seeking his grandson and a naturist camper facing up to his own character |
SunsetA Poem by Michael R. BurchSunsetby Michael R. BurchThis poem is dedicated to my grandfather, George Edwin Hurt, who died April 4, 1998.Between the prophesies of morningand twil.. |
All Things GaloreA Poem by Michael R. BurchAll Things Galoreby Michael R. Burch(for my grandfathers George Edwin Hurt Sr. and Paul Ray Burch, Sr.)Grandfather,now in your gray presenceyou aresom.. |
Family PoemsA Poem by Michael R. BurchThese are family-related poems about fathers, mothers and children. |
Poems about ChildrenA Story by Michael R. BurchPoems about ChildrenThe DeskbyMichael R. Burchfor JeremyThere is a child I used to knowwho sat, perhaps, at this same deskwhere you sit now, and made .. |
A BREATH OF DEATHA Story by Peter RogersonAn old woman drops dead on her doorstep... |