Oh My Liver

There are markers in life
Some times remembered more
Family takes many forms
My Father did not know much but he knew a few things

Her Grandmother was my Great Grandmother
Always happy when I saw her
We always saw her
My Father he knew a few things

Their stories were of Florida and youth
Money bags Eller following around
To all the penny gumball machines
Everyone chewed gum but lived in different places
Segregation and the south built the north

Dreams of eternal summer vacation
Meets the day
Grandma's house
I knew Great Grandma's apartment
Sharon most of her world I visted often

She was the first who ever wrote to me as a person
We shared this feeling in our heart
She gave it a name
An old one when she was happy
Nothing lives without it

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