All the things you used to do,
cooking dinner on Sunday,
making homemade stew,
sitting for hours
telling us tales
of how poor Jonah
was swallowed by the whale.
Working in your garden,
pulling all the weeds,
wiping sweat from your brow
and gently planting seeds.
You are a special grandma,
one we adore.
You taught us right from wrong
and so very much more.
Grandma, I remember
when you would sing a song
you would encourage
us all to sing along,
and you would sit and rock
and read the Bible
while we would play.
I can still see it
as you held it in your hands -
well worn from all your reading
and learning of God's plans.
Grandma, I remember.
Don't worry about me.
You taught us all so well
years ago upon your knee.
Grandma Memories
Grandma, I Remember
Published by Family Friend Poems October 2007 with permission of the Author.
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