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My Grandmother (Décima)

She was feisty, spirit so rare

Time in my life was a blessing,

Her honesty was refreshing,

Love and care she showed was sincere.

Enjoyed hearing stories she’d share

Joined at the hip, me her and mom,

They brought me peace and kept me calm

When monsters plagued my bedtime thoughts

Or my stomach was tied in knots,

reallymissmygrandma.com.


©️2021 CSNelson, Don’t Forget the Half

Author:

You know, writing about myself has always been a challenge. It's not that I'm unsure of who I am but rather I like people to discover me on their own. I will tell you this much - I'M REAL! I guess that's all you need to know for a first approach; stick around and you'll understand the power behind that statement. What I do is another story! I embrace life hoping to live my purpose as a mother, daughter, sister, confidante and friend; I laugh, cry, and support; I admire, like and love; I listen, read and write. Most importantly, I have faith and thank God for all of me. My intent is to inspire others using my gifts and "Don't Forget the Half" reminds me to cast nothing aside. Want to know more? Discover along with me as I live my life out loud.

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