I’ve been thinking about my grandmother recently….my dad’s mom. She was one of the true loves of my life, and I miss her. Grandma was special in ways I can’t even explain. She was one of the most unselfish and giving people I have ever known. She lived her life in such a humble and meaningful way, and left us all a beautiful legacy of how we should treat others and live our lives....my dad was just like her. How lucky I was to have them in my life….
She has studied all the pages
in the album of her life…
from the child to the teen;
from the woman to the wife.
But the pages she most turns to
and are worn in many places,
are the ones she’s lived in motherhood
filled with love and tiny faces.
For she’s touched a curly head or two,
and kissed a rosy cheek;
and she’s clasped her arms around each face
and listened to them speak.
But the blessing that she offers…
and should come as no surprise,
is the wisdom and the love you’ll find
set deep in Grandma’s eyes.
She’ll place you proudly on the branch
of her beloved family tree;
and she’s saved those pages in her book
where she prayed one day you’d be.
Sweet child, you will know the joy
of Grandma’s gentle word;
the tender touch and lilting song…
like none you’ve ever heard.
And as you grow, you’ll know a place
kept free from hate and lies;
that haven, you will come to know
is found in Grandma’s eyes.