I loved this snapshot of you as a grandmother Anne.
Terry Gassett

Yes, Terry. I ended up writing a poem about my Yia Yia. She ended up going blind near the end of her life.

Here is one of the lines from my poem…

“She matched faces

with familiar voices

and made grandchildren out of them.”

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