She was always a strict woman but kind
Respectful and helpful in many ways
Her faith has been exact and well-defined
Old fashioned but still flexible these days
She is the matriarch of my family
Raising each and every one of us right
Teaching us to be very tactfully
And then to say our prayers every night
Now at ninety-six her voice is gentle
As the fog of dementia clouds her mind
But the lucid states are instrumental
Showing us a strength that never resigned
A mother endures many life trials
But her love shines brightly through her smiles
hello dearest Wally lovely poem for a beautiful Grandmother ❤️
Thank you so much crim. She just turned 96 and so we try to spend as much time as we can with her.
Very tender and a wonderful description of her value to you. And applause to her, for reaching such an epic age. If only we all could be as fortunate, and to have a grandson who admires us as you do her.
Thank you for those kind words.
Even though she’s my grandmother, the first ten years of my life I called her mom (she raised me from 5-10). She taught me so much in those years. Nowadays, every Friday I spend some time with her because now time is even more precious.
Beautifully penned, Wally. An excellent tribute to your grandmother my friend. A very touching write indeed. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you so much Damian. I have a whole series of poetry I wrote her in Spanish and have some more. She doesn’t read as much anymore but I’ll try to get it done before the year is over.