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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448471" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Grandma Rising</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's now gone home, <br>smile lighting up the clouds as she went I'm sure; <br>over-weight, in her double wide on wheels<br>hundreds of mourners<br>all in white <br>Louisiana style<br>singing<br>'Oh where joy abounds.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she wanted it that way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They didn't put her in the hearse at first<br>they just rolled her through the our street<br>and through the neighborhood<br>so any and all could pay their respects<br>besides most didn't have cars for the funeral ride<br>they just opened their windows and waved her on<br>'Bye Lulu. God's gonna get a good one back.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strong as the wind, she fed the relatives every Sunday; <br>dinner at noon, hot biscuits and syrup, spaghetti cauldron-<br>enough for thirty- where she'd hand out the encouragement, <br>the admonishments and the love, <br>that big hand of hers in the family dike; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">eyes of a leather eagle, heart of velvet stone, <br>arms full of 'chillings' at her ample bosom<br>making Sunday order for diners who sometimes had a week<br>of hurt pain and disorder.<br>Come to grandma's house and all that stopped at the door<br>with her eggs and bacon and her love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Made the comforts of home for family and strangers, took them in her arms and cut their Chain of Sorrows and made it alright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lit her Sunday candle, said Grace, heads bowed and she would circulate<br>Talking to and touching each one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Granddad, handed out bus and carfare <br>and made that week better for many<br>who left with brown bags of food and ration stamps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So when her Big Brown Chariot rolled down the street<br>that Sunday noon<br>everybody knew <br>she'd be rising soon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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smile lighting up the clouds as she went I'm sure; 
over-weight, in her double wide on wheels
hundreds of mourners
all in white 
Louisiana style
singing
'Oh where joy abounds.'

she wanted it that way.

They didn't put her in..."></div>
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