Grandpa’s Poem for Karly

Karly running

A POEM FOR KARLY By Grandpa Sheehan A year has passed, time sure seems long Like a crisp blue morn without sweet birdsong. Hearts are heavy, eyes are sore Without sounds of works like “disanoir”. Time’s meant to heal, or so they say, And it doesn’t help being far away. But I can fly out [Read More...]


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