A Child Blossomed

Written by: Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

A Child Blossomed

I saw in your face a valley of love
Spreading as spiderwort smiling above.

I felt your devotion and saw your grace.
Oh, calming influence amid life’s place.

When sadness came near you wiped away tears.
Freely helping throughout many long years.

The strength of your memory in my heart,
Grants me the courage for each day’s new start.

A child in your hands blossomed in these lands.
Where the mountain slopes meet the oceans sands.

Wherever I go, I know you are near.
Watching from heaven, grandmother dear.


© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 25, 2010

Poetic form:  Couplets