Grandma's Picture

Upon first entering, there's a picture of a lion sitting, staring, and scrutinizing all who enter. Next, your eyes are drawn to a beautiful picture of a white house backed by trees and embroidered with a myriad of eye-catching flowers. As you take a seat at the dinning table, a painting on the wall greets you with power and solemnity. It's a lion's head, cheek to cheek with the head of Christ crowned with thorns. Near the fire place, a much smaller and less colorful picture hangs. It's a picture of my grandmother sitting in a wheel chair with hospital tags still on her wrist. She smiles with no sign of care as a great grandson leans over her shoulder. Next to the front door hangs a picture of, not suggestions, but the 10 commandments. If it were mandated that only one picture could remain, grandma's picture wins hands down. You see, it was grandma who shielded and protected me; who comforted and reassured me, loving me unconditionally. Yes, it's grandma. My final answer.