My Dear Grandma
My dear grandma who knitted and crocheted
made intricate creations with her hands.
My dear grandma taught a girl how to pray
with a love for God and courage to stand.
I smile when I see my dear grandma's face,
smiling back in a black and white picture.
I cry when I think of her final days
and the last time I bent down to kiss her.
My dear grandma was bold and assertive,
family matriarch and woman, faithful.
Admiration grows in my reflective
thought. For her love, I am ever grateful.
One beautiful day, in glorious light,
my dear grandma and I will reunite.
June 6, 2012 for Remembering a Lost Love Contest
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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