A Sweetest Day Sweetie
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Once, she was a little girl
who’d hide behind her little curls
but she was someone’s whole world.
Her old Poppy thought she was the best.
He wouldn’t trade her for all the rest,
even when she put him to the test.
He didn’t mind the time and trouble
of teaching her what’s acceptable,
and she usually was agreeable.
He fixed her meals with delicate flair.
Even when punished, she’d never be scared.
On Sweetest Day, he’d send her blooms beyond compare.
A bouquet of daisies so blue
that all day she’d think how they’re cool,
so he sent them all through high school.
Then years later, when he passed,
“Why him?” was all she could ask.
But all that came were blooms from the past.
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Paula Frew
Transplanted from Ohio to Kentucky to be near her only daughter and three young grandsons, the author wrote her first poem in the fourth grade. She fell in love with the form and was first published in an anthology at fourteen. A battle with multiple sclerosis has caused her to find her home in a nursing home, where she has found time to craft her poetry as well as time to teach writing to other residents. She has been published in several literary magazines and anthologies, including Ohio Bards and The Walt Whitman Anthology.
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