My Gramma said to my aunt several years ago, should you ever come to visit and find me in my rocking chair dead, do not be said for I have had a wonderful life!
This is a poem I wrote for her 90th birthday. This is my Gramma!
Gramma Memories
When I think of Gramma, I think of Fannie Mae candy,
Choosing from the green bowl,
Chocolate chip cookies,
And warm cinnamon rolls.
When I think of Gramma, I think of playing cars on the green footstool,
One box with six games,
Sleep overs in the summer,
And a necklace with all our names.
When I think of Gramma, I think of red shutters with flowers,
Sliding down the hill on saucer sleds,
Pansies and lilies of the valley,
And showing everyone the upstairs beds.
When I think of Gramma, I think of New Year’s and Easter,
All the cousins playing boat upstairs,
The watermelon bowl with fruit salad,
And a little green table and chairs.
When I think of Gramma, I think of seashells from Florida,
Coming to all my plays,
Holiday cards,
And graduation days.
When I think of Gramma, I think of dresses and sandals,
Glasses and white hair,
A witty sense of humor,
And a rocking chair.
When I think of Gramma, I know love.
Four generations:
An Irish Blessing:
May the road rise with you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And rains fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again,
May God keep you in the hallow of His hand.
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