A Letter from my Grandma
While searching in my closet,
I found a nice surprise –
A box of bags, with some crocheted
In ways I’d recognize.
I opened one and there inside,
A letter in the hand
Of Grandma, she who made the bags,
Each stitch at her command.
She wrote that she was sending,
In addition to her work,
A dollar for “the baby,”
As an extra little perk.
I should put it in the bank, she said,
And more would follow, so
Someday I could buy a gift from her;
The baby then would know.
That “baby” now is 43;
My Grandma’s dead and gone,
But the love she sent across the miles,
In stitch or note, lives on.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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