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Posted by MFish

I hold the pen in my hand,
wondering where or when I became
a writer of verse or prose for me.
My Paternal Grandmother wrote poems and verse,
when she worked nights in a train depot.
She was a Station Agent for the N. P.
The N. P. or Northern Pacific Railroad was
where she was a Telegrapher, of renown;
It was so in our home town.
A Telegrapher of the "key",
the clickety clack was heard
as Grandma spelled out another word.
Short and sweet she was to me.
My love of writing came from she.
Thank you Grandma. Thanks to you
for guiding me through the work I do.

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