Grandmother
Who, then, can be as great as grandmother?
I cannot begin to describe how I
Admire her and all the things she does.
Loving mother of two generations
She raised me with as much love as she be-
stowed upon my father and his siblings.
With a strength more immense than I can know
She uprooted herself for a better
Life and for greater opportunities
For my brother and I. Long hours and
Little pay, she works hard to make ends meet.
When she is gone, her beaming face will live
on in my memory. I'll remember
Van Halen singing on the radio
And grandma, singing along, telling me
All of life's most important secrets. I'll
remember her at my track meets, cheering
me on, whether I won or lost, loving
me just the same either way. I'll always
remember her holding my hand, making
sure I had someone to lean on. When she
is gone, I will remember her singing
because in those moments, she was the most
beautiful person I had ever seen.
A person of grace, beauty, and of love.
Who, then, can be as great as grandmother?
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