Bob Saget gone

Sixty-five just a kid,

Beatrice Regan my best friend,

Saturday night we’d go to mass,

Had oven baked chicken in the smallest roaster in the world,

Then watch Laurence Welk and all shows on NBC until nine

Beatsy cared for fifty years for Father O’Sullivan

When Father retired he bought Bea”s grandma’s home,

She loved Bob and the cast of Full House,

Bea died in nineteen ninety four,

No one cared to tell me the woman I loved was dead until my shift was threw.

Shalom,

Bob,

P.S. just learned though funeral was yesterday Bob passed away last week.

Published by Val's Whitewolf Media

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast and I write here on WordPress. I read books and instill others how importand writing stories readers down. in readers their stories matter.I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words.

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