Day 69 of The 100 Day Poetry Project
Today I pulled out my grandma's old coin purse to tell a story about our trips on the Amtrak trains but I didn't get to tell that story so instead, I wrote some of it down in this poem. I was lucky enough to be the oldest grandchild and my grandma, her name was Gertrude, and I would take the train to Red Wing or Wabasha and spend the day having fun together. She never drove but she didn't let that stop her, so we either took a long bus ride or took the train to places. Oh, I miss her so much.
