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I was born Feb. 25, 1959, one hundred years to the month of my grandpa Coyle's grandpa Coyle. My poem, Grandpa's Corncob Pipe was meant to tell about Grandpa's history first, but somehow it came out telling of Grandma Coyle's history. One day I'll get Grandpa's in there, as well as my maternal grandparents. I must say, my profile picture looks like my grandma Preston! My husband Tim and I have five grown kids and four wonderful grandchildren whom we adore. There's truly nothing like being a grandparent. For this blog, I intend to post columns, feature stories or poems. When my kids were younger they wrote some outstanding poetry, which I also will post when I find them. LOL I hope you enjoy reading and thanks for checking out my blog.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Memories of a Father and Daughter

                     
           
Walking to church,
Hand in hand;
Father and daughter,
Now, isn’t that grand!

Drive-in movies, Grant’s Farm,
The Zoo;
And don’t forget walking
On Daddy’s shoes!
                                   

       Magic tricks, Library trips,
Frankenstein films at night;
Christmases and Easters
Were made to delight.
                                               
           
Arrows on the walls,
Leading down the stairs.
A racetrack for the boys!
Now, who put that there?

           
Meremac Hills,
Mom and Pop, and Rex;
And airplanes to fly,
Airplanes that wrecked!

Standing in line,
Report cards in hand.
Dad exclaims to each one,
“Now, Isn’t that grand!”

Rebellious teens;
Did he know what to do?
Of course not!  Who does!
But he pretended too.

Grandchildren came;
They grow up so fast.
Now great-grands are here,
To make the magic last.


Walking together,
Hand in hand;
A father and daughter;
Now, Isn’t that grand?

                                   
                                               

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