Today as I sit in my small house,
I remember
you who once seemed
so large. Widowed
at thirty, you chose to raise, as
best you could, the
three of us on
dogs, daffodils,
and democrats, thus leaving us
a legacy
of loyalty,
beauty, equity.
JDG
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aholdingplace 
Joan, this was a lovely poem about your father. He did a pretty good job, didn’t he? Please tell Jill thank you for the books. I enjoyed lunch at “Ruby Tuesdays a.k.a. TGI Fridays.” I hope I get my equilibrium back before school starts (tee hee).
Em
Tell Cody Nauzene works pretty well. I think you can get it over the counter.
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So moved. Thank you.
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Beautiful written — extremely articulate!
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