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I was feeling pretty sad the day I wrote this poem, thinking of my Mom who had died years before...

circa 2001

Another poem about my Grandma Cook...

My daddy is my hero.  I have never met a man to compare to his sensitive soul.  I wrote this poem long before the popular country song came out.

I found this in a drawer under the lining.  It was written in 1984 when my oldest son, Gene, graduated high school...I was right.

My granddaughter has brought me nothing but the sweetest joy and love since the day she was born.  She's smart, loving, kind and a Christian, and I love her with all my heart.  I picked this music especially for her since she is first chair clarinet in the school band.

My grandson is the sweetest, smartest, strongest, best athlete of any little boy I know and I love him with all my heart.