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Thank You...for holding my litle girl's hand as we walked, for putting your arm around my son's shoulder as we ate dinner, for promising antique shops and Chinese restaurants and future fun times. Thank you for telling them stories about the trains and Grandpa Biscuit's discipline, and the way he ate peas off of his knife. I loved watching them listen to you in awe. Thank you for gently wiping my little boys chin with your napkin, for cleaning my daughter's glasses, for listening to stories about their day and sharing their scrapbook. Thank you for the jokes and the tickles and the stories and giggles. Thank you, honey, for being their friend. You are very special to all of us. Lori Beal Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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