My Grandpa wasn't my grandfather Whereas one who was wouldn't bother While the other one was decades dead And so I had Chief Graham instead
It was "national security" My father said which kept him from me So when I appeared on CBS Who was proudest of me? You can guess
I made books for him even back then As a troubled child but he died when I had turned thirteen because he was The angel of my childhood to cause Me to know what it felt like to be One who is loved and I hope to see This best man this lost boy ever knew Who loved me unconditionally Chief Al W. Graham again In the next world but until I do:
Wow, this is a powerful tribute to apparantly a wonderful person in your life...I know that he must have been a special person indeed...you can feel it in your words...great writing...Blessings Joyce Bowling
Rosetta was born in 1909 as the youngest of ten children. The family had more laughter than money and neighbors would knock on their door to ask, "Can we come in and laugh, too?"
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
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Peace. Joyce
I love the last line most.
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God Bless,
Lew