Poem from WWII. Woman.

Tonight on Rememberance day I'll put up a poem that my grandpa(Edgar) wrote and sent to his new wife(Rose)- my grandma.

Woman
She's an angel in truth, a demon
in fiction a woman's the greatest
of all contradiction;
She's afraid of a cockroach, She'd
scream at a mouse, But she'll tackle
a husband as big as a house.
She'll take for better she'd take
him for worse.
She'll split his head open and
then be his nurse. And when he
is well and can get out of bed.
She'll pick up a teapot and Throw
it at his head. She's faithful,
deceitful, short(?) sighted and blind.
She's crafty, she's simple, she's
cruel she's kind(?). She'll lift a
man up, she'll cast a man down
She'll make him her hero,
her ruler, her clown
you fancy she's this but you
find that she's not. For she'll
play like a kitten and fight like
a cat. In the morning she will,
In the evening she won't. And
your always expecting she will
but she don't

That my grandma!😲

He was a rock in my life, I'm very greatful that he made it back from WWII, and I'm very greatful for everyone who helped make the world a better place for everyone.

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