A pretty smile she had
hair black and wavey
She liked to tell us stories
about a snake crawling
through a hole under the
bed.
She seem to always be
happy whenever we came
to town. She convinced me
talking about that snake I
found it very hard to lay
my head down.
I often wondered if it was
her own private joke just to
see what I would do. I loved
going to Mississippi to show
that I loved her too.
Miss Callie Mae was a joy
to me, each and every time
It was something very, very
specical about this lady
who was a grandmother
of mine.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
A pretty smile she had
hair black and wavey
She liked to tell us stories
about a snake crawling
through a hole under the
bed.
She seem to always be
happy whenever we came
to town. She convinced me
talking about that snake I
found it very hard to lay
my head down.
I often wondered if it was
her own private joke just to
see what I would do. I loved
going to Mississippi to show
that I loved her too.
Miss Callie Mae was a joy
to me, each and every time
It was something very, very
specical about this lady
who was a grandmother
of mine.
My grandmother whom I wish I could have grown up around her. She was a very proud woman who carried a smile for the world.
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