I see a picture on memory's wall,
Of my grandma who wasn't all that tall,
She was an angel in my eyes,
Even though she weighed Heavy in life,
She was a goddess to me in my heart
and so humbly she did her part,
Sometimes someone would wound her loving heart,
With those laughs and rude remarks, I would think
How could someone be so dark,
Always with open hands she'd welcome people from far and near,
Her door stood open with goodly cheer,
So she was 300 pounds all her years,
Was there ever a better person who wiped at my tears,
They didn't know her Christian spirit,
and the love so easy given,
Nor did they get to know the woman behind the heavy face,
Who's heart was like fragile lace,
I am so proud of you grandma and justly so,
For your soul was spun out of purest gold.

-Pam Forester Johnson