This is a poem that my uncle Von wrote in memory of my Mother and - TopicsExpress

Greg Orheim

This is a poem that my uncle Von wrote in memory of my Mother and I thought it would be nice to share it with everyone Barbara Jean was a generous soul being a friend her life’s main goal. Taking in strays be they cats dogs or man seeing something suffer was one thing she couldn’t stand. A real good cook she sampled her ware but doing the dishes she just didn’t care. Yahtzee, board games or any kind of cards a pot of coffee she’d never get tired. Her trips to the casino she enjoyed to no end if it turned up a winner on her friends she would spend. She got out of tickets with a tear in her eye tailgaters caused her to pull over and cry. She loved the smell of fresh mowed grass fresh worked dirt and rain on the sash. With cup in hand she watched her humming birds fly a most pleasant way for the day to go bye. She lived every day for what it might bring didn’t worry about tomorrow or any other thing. Barb has gone on to be with her mom and her dad leaving Greg to miss her and feel so bad. This holiday season we’ll all lift a cup and say Barbie we loved ya someday we’ll catch up.

Posted on: Thu, 13 Nov 2014 03:26:35 +0000

This is a poem that my uncle Von wrote in memory of my Mother and - TopicsExpress

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