A number written and preformed by our 14 year old granddaughter (with a little help from her dad who is also a musician). Photos by another granddaughter.
Last week I read a Dear Abby column - someone wrote that they had tatooed a photo of their dear departed grandmother on their arm with a poem written by their grandfather underneath. Another relative objected.
I cut out the column and mailed it to each of my six teen-age grandchildren. "Do not do this", I told them,
"Your grandfather cannot write poetry."