Two Dead Boys…

I was talking to my daughter and she told me that she remembers this poem that I used to tell her all the time .  She remembered it word for word and I was stunned.  This is something that my Gramma used to tell us…and it just stuck.  I will always remember that poem and I am happy that my daughter knows it as well.  Just remembering my Gramma (we pronounced it GRAW-MAWH)

Two Dead Boys…

One bright and stormy night

Two dead boys got up to fight

Back to back they faced each other

Grabbed a knife and shot each other

The deaf policeman who heard the noise

Came and killed those two dead boys

If you do not believe this tale is true

Ask the blind man

He saw it too

This is the version that she used to tell us…I am sure there are other version out there…but this just stuck.  It is amazing how much I remember from my Grandmother,  She was a strong woman, who raised two strong daughters (my Mother and my Aunt…very strong women…phew) and believe it or not some of her stuck with me.  Iam hoping there is some of Gram in my daughter.

Just having thoughts…there really is no point of this post.  I dream of Gramma all the time where we are talking to each other and really I believe that she is still here with me.  Sometimes letting me make mistakes but most of the time she is that inner voice that tells me to stop being so silly.


I need to get dinner started…back later.



  1. holly says:

    hahahahahahahahahahahahahah loloolo0lolololololololololololololololololol
    this is so much fun hahahahah

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