What makes my grandma
A grand mother?
She’s grand
Because she mothers my dear father
Who fathers me
And she mothers
The special fathers and mothers
Who father and mother my cousins.
She is very old
Yet young at heart
Beneath her wrinkled and grey skin
Is her beautiful soul
In spite of her grainy and foggy eyes
She sees the wonders of life
Her salt-and-pepper hair
Conjures up her well-ripened wisdom.
She’s got back and muscle pains
Yet she’s a very good baby sitter of her grandkids
She’s got bones weakened by age
Yet she has the strength to protect her loved ones
She’s got no teeth in her gums
Yet her smile is lovely and eloquent
She’s got arthritis-afflicted legs
Yet her lap is the best place when I’m sad.
She is my remarkable grandma
She’s old, yet young
She’s weak, yet strong
She’s wrinkled, yet beautiful
Her smile means a world to me
Her hugs and kisses are greater than comfort
I know that when God takes her at the right time
She’ll die asleep and happy………..
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