Ruth

Her bosom, my comfy place Into her arms I ran, I felt safe Her bright lipstick kisses You could never get off your face…. Always a dollar in her purse she wanted to share As children, we were never fully aware Grandma (in our minds) would always be there… She was sweet and caring, delicate and daring Her words sometimes getting a hold of her tongue Sometimes her words were harsh and stung….. Remembering her care, when she took time to Brush my long tattered hair, even as I grew older That was a treat; and something I will pass along and share…. Her words of wisdom consisted of “Mind your P’s and Q’s” “Good girls don’t kiss and tell” “Cussing is unbecoming, choose your words well”… She told us stories of “back in the day” Over and over in our minds they would stay Years went by, now always regretting, Sometimes forgetting to stop and say hi….. On A warm summer’s day, that is when she passed away So many memories, in my heart the name Ruth will Always and forever stay….