June 23, 2010

To My Grandmother

All the things you used to do Cooking dinner on Sunday Making homemade stew Sitting for hours Telling us tales Of how poor Jonah Was swallowed by the whale Working in your garden Pulling all the weeds Wiping sweat from your brow And gently planting seeds You are a special Grandma One that we adore You taught us right from wrong And so very much more. Grandma I remember When you would sing a song You would encourage Us all to sing along And you would sit and rock And read the Bible While we would play I can still see it As you held it in your hands Well worn from all your reading And learning of God’s plans Grandma, I remember Don’t worry about me You taught us all so well Years ago upon your knee. Mommy Lizabeth 1-888-430-2010