About 40 years ago my Grandmother Elizabeth Marie MacIntyre passed, to go sing with her Lord in paradise.My Grandfather, Charles Byron MacIntyre, visited us in Denver. He had typed up her poems and put them into a book, and he gave me a copy.
I've carried it with me now for nearly four decades, going to read her poems from time to time.
I don't know if any other copies exist. I didn't want her poems to die. Thus this blog.
If you knew my grandmother, you knew that she cared for the weak and the poor. This was one of the gifts that she passed down to me.
She had great faith in God. You will see this in her poetry.
I will never forget picking wild watercress and making soup with her. I loved her watercress soup!
I will also never forget her threat: "If you don't behave, I'll sit on you!" We shaped right up when she said that!
Grandma MacIntyre, I feel your heart inside mine. May you know my love for you this day, for it's true.
December 31, 2019
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