Rita E. Parsons

Hi aunty Rita. We will all miss you. Every time I eat tomatos, I will try to think of you. Here is a little poem for you. I hope you like it. White Dove
When a white dove flies throug the morning grace. We look up and see your face. Looking down from heaven above. When a white dove flies throug mroning grace.I hope you like it. I love to write poems. I am miss you I am going to talk to so much up in heaven. I talk to Uncle Billy.

Aunty Rita, So many memories, So many thoughts, So Much to say, So little time. Our tomatoes are ready, and year after year you came and brought them to who would use them and We"ll miss you Dear.