On Gram
With all her years Behind her now Like water running Downstream For the pain she bore The joy she gave Now in sorrow she lay Hoping for unknown answers Frail and weak She aggravates But for all she waits to help and know They seek in her Solace and wisdom She prods them to move on To partake in life While she dies And then it is to late No time to apologize.
On Gram an old poem written in the 80s. Gram smoked unfiltered Camel cigarettes until she could no longer. Her young years were the roaring twenties. She was the first female manger in the offices of the A&P Supermarket chain. She died in the mid 80s. She raised her grandsons David, Mark and Mitchell. Her name was Florence Fowler.
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