80 Something - in Verse
by Evangeline Murray

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Mussle Shells
July 2003

Poems compiled by Cathy & Nancy Winter 2004
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February 17, 2002

The Mussel Shells

The mussel shell came to the bed
Fantastic that he knew.
How he dreamed up this special gift
I haven't got a clue.

The one who played his badminton
And kept us with the news
Needs help now to just walk a bit
Without strength to refuse.

But with the smooth shell in his hand
He feels he's by the shore
He doesn't need to look at it
He's held a shell before.

Thank you Geoffrey

Poem on page #6.

When Bob Murray became bedridden his children came from across the country and did what they could to show their love.

SpruceLog.com Poems of Evangeline Murray transcribed by Catherine Murray Page Created February 2002
by T. Murray