Doc
Doc
By Curtis Johnson
God made the mold, locked it up, and threw away the key. Genuine article, the real McCoy; one of a kind was she.
She passed away; it's been so long.
She was small, but ever so strong.
At my best she gave me love.
At my worst she loved no less.
There was dad and mom, me, and eleven siblings more.
She loved all of them and me.
Her love was special, like no other.
Love like I had never known before, or since
Her love taught me a valuable lesson:
Everyone needs someone through whose eyes you can do no wrong. It’s another way of saying, “Needed; Unconditional Love”.
My grandmother. She called Doc. O, what a rock! 09112015cj
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