When I was sick, she would fix me food.
She would practically feed me, not being rude.
Her words of wisdom and solemn grace.
Always made me feel better & put a smile on my face.

My Grandma, Oh how I Love Thee.
The gift of poems, and gabbing you passed to me.
The past few years have been hard on us all.
But when I was at my weakest, you wouldn’t let me fall.

You have a gift of flowering, I could not repeat.
I thank you for all those times you gave me a special treat.
Now you have spoiled my little ones,
But I will let you, while they are still young.