My Dear Grandma Poem
It didnt matter if you were the 3rd branch 12th twig on the right,
You were her people and her heart held you tight
You might be knotted, gnarled and even broken a bit
Your leaves may have stripped off and never knew where you fit.
But Gram loved you unconditionally; you were a joy and her pride.
Her reason for existing, a thrill she couldnt hide.
We shared a love of pictures and the stories theyd tell.
My favorite was of Dad, burnt bacon and what he did yell.
He called, I cant see it anymore! Now what do I do?
The way Gram would tell it, oh how the giggles would ensue.
She might not have material items or money to save
Far more valuable were the time, memories and love that she gave.
Shed find that niche, that special thing with you to share
Tea parties, hot lemonade and Oh Cecelia wed blare.
Trips to Pats market to buy Fresh-up gum,
Spaghetti-Os, sleep-overs and letters just some.
Gram grew up with generations of family at arms length.
They all knew one another, all their weaknesses and strength.
This brought her such comfort; something she wanted for us all
She felt technology, busy lives, and distance would be our downfall.
Gram we might not look like the family of roots you envision.
We are scattered far distances; have busy lives and job driven.
Our vast branches may not intertwine or even intersect.
It may feel like you failed somehow to have us connect.
Trust me my dear grandma you did absolutely nothing wrong,
Your deep rooted, stead fast love made each one of us strong.
You were the roots that nourished us all,
Youre the true strength that kept this tree tall.
You gave of yourself in every crook and direction
Created this incredible web of love and affection
Grandma, the aspens roots might be most desiring
But to me you were by far most awe-inspiring.
I will love you forever! Rest in peace Gram.
Posted by Nicole Peattie
Saturday July 8, 2017 at 2:58 pm
