Granddad Jay

I mentioned yesterday how I wrote a lot of poetry when I was a teenager. One of the great regrets of my life is that most of those were lost during a move while married to my first husband. I can still picture the binder they were in, and it makes me sad that they are all gone.

While cleaning out my grandmother’s house, they found these poems that I had written about my Granddad Jay (my great-grandfather on my mother’s side). My grandma had a stack of copies of these poems. It made me kind of happy to see these again.

Please excuse the lousy early morning photography skills lol.