THE HUMMINGBIRD
It will have been five years this February 18th that you wen home, but it still fells like yesterday that you wer trying to teach me how to make your famous hot rolls. Of which, I still can't make.
The hummingbird.
Your favorite bird and mine too. To watch them feed and return each year. Grandma, you are my hummingbird. You are here and gone so quickly, but stay with me in "feeling" distance.
Dedicated to my grandmother-HELEN LOUISE BEAN CRITES (4/30/1933-2/18/2005)
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