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[almost2sanity]

Grandaddy loved his garden. he loved to be outside and work in it. he had radishes and cucumbers and tomatoes that we ate right off the vine, still warm from the sun. the sisters (my aunts and mom) had a basket of tomatoes for him at the funeral, and they were burried with him today. my aunt read this poem at the service.

God's GardenGod

Comments

[esotericara]

Oh wow, that is absolutely beautiful. And fitting.