I Don't Remember Grandpa! (poem) by Bonnie Lou May on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Jordan Dobrowski (Reader)

Reviewed on March 15, 2008

The whole I was reading this I was thinking about uncle Gary. It makes me so sad to hear how wonderful he was, and being so young when he was killed I cant make myself remember him. But then I thought of you and how lucky I am to be so close to my grandma and how thankful I am to have you in my life. I will alwaqys be a Ma'Mas girl and even when your gone I will have the memories of you teaching me how to cook and drive. I love you so much and my Ma'Ma ou will always be.

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on March 14, 2008

I often think about this,,, and I hope I can be the Grandma, that my Grandmother was to me,,, the memories,,, I love this Bonnie
Love, Christine

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on March 14, 2008

My Grandpa passed away at the age of 106 years, strong as a oak that gave up when my sweet Grandma (he married her when she was fifteen) got hill and left.
Do I remember my first beer (mother went bananas) and many stories by the fire in winter nights, over all, I remember those kind of lumberjack thick arms whic so gentle could scoop us up towards the sky.
Sorry that you don't remember yours...but, being your friend, you can borrow the memories of mine...

Georg

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

...always got a harmonica from one grandfather...that is how I learned to sing...and slide around in the notes. ...you have made my memories of my grandparents special...but lucky for me...I always knew they were.
beautiful Bonnie...
John

Reviewed by Randall Barfield

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

I hope there are many grandmas out there like you. The world would be less sad. Cheers

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

This is a poignant but very warm loving poem that really makes one think! We grandparents whould take heed and learn this lesson too! Thank you Bonnie!

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

I never met either one of my grandfathers. One was long deceased and the other died when I was a teenager. He had left the family or was run off by an aunt or whomever. Both mystery men to me. So cherish your memories. Great poem. Liz

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

Looking back, trying to remember something you cannot. A wonderful, heartwarming tale well told. I do not know my mother's father, but I could not, he died when my mother and her twin were barely in their teens. I do know I have his thick, dark, wavy hair because everyone keeps telling me how lucky I am, but that is about it. My father's father I did get to know before he died and we had the pleasure of spending many happy hours together even with the language barrier.....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

It's the same story in my life, Bonnie--a couple distant memories of a very old uninvolved Grandma, and none of the other three. I've not given them the thought that you have, though; just determined to have good relationships with my own grandchildren. And that's the lesson you have shown us from your Grandpa.
I love the way your mind works, and love that you share it all with us on AD. I'm sure you're a fantastic, loving Grandma!

Love from yer Sis Connie

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

Tip top, heart hitting poem...

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

A very touching poem that many can pay heed to.

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

Bonnie,

Beautifully moving tribute to your Grampa - well done.

((((HUGS)))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

Beautiful write, Bonnie; I am sure your grandpa is smiling down from Heaven. He knows who you are! And one day you will be reunited with him!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on March 13, 2008

Bonnie, this is really beautiful-i love the thought process and your words--love the sense of love you have for your grandpa, too