A grandmother often plays one of the most important roles in a child's life.
My grandma was born way out in the Northumberland Strait.
Born and raised in a place called Pictou Island; just part of the vast Canadian lands.
She had a large family full of love & laughter, sometimes heartache.
Grandma's my special friend that I see each day.
Sometimes we like to sit and talk about life.
She always takes the time to show me that she loves me.
I sure am glad that God gave me my Grandma!
I love her so!
She's been showing me how to be lady like and all that proper junk.
Round 'bout nine years now, I've been learning table manners & how to be a lady.
Grandma really is special; don't know how I'd live without her.
She bails my butte out when I can't cook lunch or when I rip my clothes.
Though, Grandma tries to tan my hide when I act like I live on tobacco road; wearing my ripped clothes & cussing like an old cur dog.
She has a way to chase my blues away and make the sunshine come again.
Sometimes, I get crazy & act like a hyena, she's always there to calm me right down.
Grandma is heaven sent and an absolute angel.
Yep, God couldn't be everywhere at once so he created Grandmother's.
RIP Grandma Pinski (1/2008)
Copyright © Karen Ann Gagnon | Year Posted 2015
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