My Grandma passed away earlier this week. It was sad news to hear but after a difficult battle with dementia and diminishing health, I'm glad she is no longer suffering.
Today we were going through some of her belongings and my mom came across this poem she had written. I think the poem is quite amusing and I thought I'd share it with you
Next Summer Will Be Different
by Grandma bwar
To catch the fish I've got the gear,
A rod, a reel and a case of beer!
A fishing boat to get me there,
Twelve dozen plugs & some lures to spare.
There's just one thing that's bugging me,
I've added & subtracted till I can't see.
With all my equipment, I have found,
That every fish catch, costs me fifty bucks a Pound!!
I love you Grandma and thank you for one more happy memory.