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 ❤️
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.
Beautifully penned, Wally. An excellent tribute to your grandmother my friend. A very touching write indeed. Appreciate you.
Damian