Tribute To My Paternal Grandmother
Old and bent when she sat in her gooseneck rocker
Waiting for the angelic shout to call her home
Grandma was best described as very prim and proper.
When we learned she was gone it was a shocker
I recall her braiding her hair with a fine-tooth comb
Old and bent when she sat in her gooseneck rocker.
In her later years, Grandma wasn’t much of a talker
When she spoke, her words dripped like a honeycomb
Grandma was best described as very prim and proper.
When she occasionally moved about with her walker
She glided through the room like a little old gnome
Old and bent when she sat in her gooseneck rocker.
She would peer out a window but wasn’t a gawker
When visitors left, she would smile and say “Shalom,”
Grandma was best described as very prim and proper.
As she grew older, she shrunk up, becoming smaller,
Looking back, I now remember her in monochrome
Old and bent when she sat in her gooseneck rocker,
Grandma was best described as very prim and proper.
Written November 4, 2022
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