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The Visiting Place
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The Visiting Place |
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BloomingRose Member Elite
since 2000-08-09
Posts 3092Florida 
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The Visiting Place People sit most everywhere in the corners, piled in heaps in soft whispers, they try to speak lined up to hear a song set in place like dinnerware Across the room some try to hear still they smile, so lovely dear grandpa sits by grandma's chair with nodding head... off to sleep he goes Grandma pokes, with sharp elbow loudly she sqawks, LISTEN IN OLD MAN! glares are passed between the two he bends down to find his now lost shoe I stand on front row to sing my song smile inside at this cute scene sweet to see love still breathes they clap with glee, is it time for dinner? Oh, excuse us please... BloomingRose |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
this is too sweet for words - -I can't tell you how much I loved it~S~ |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
I'm with Bill...this is wonderful...love this scene..thank you! |
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BloomingRose Member Elite
since 2000-08-09
Posts 3092Florida |
Thanks Wilfred and Martie, This one was inspired from a visit I made to a seniors home last year at Christmas time. This really did happen with the grandpa and grandma. I was trying desperatly to sing and not get tickled, but it was hard... they were so cute. Deb |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
I do so love your vision and heart in life. You must have some south in you for sure. Loved this one and all it's tenderness. |
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