This poem is written for my beloved Manuel and written in the response of the love I felt coming from him as he talked about the love he had for his eldest grandson. He has 2 grandsons. Manuel is a widower. His grandsons stay over at his house periodically but they used to stay over every night when they were babies!
My love for you never ends. It started when you were newborn. We sleep together at night sometimes. You visit from Oklahoma and across the street, of course! How wonderful for me to see you! NaNa Nancy saw you almost every day when she was here! I had to work at the golf course. Now, I see you everyday too! You are the apple of my eye! I love you, my grandsons!
I shall miss you.
Written June 21st, 2004 3:30pm CST Becca Henry written by point of view of Manuel Gomez. All rights reserved
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
A wicked Cajun Fairy named Robes Pierre entered the impenetrable Magical doll land of Sha Bebe. Queen Faustina, the ruler of the doll land, thought she had destroyed him, but he's back! Will the doll land survive his evil ways?
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
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Wonderful sentiments Becky !!!
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Peter Paton xx