Grandmother
My first steps we did stumble
through
The firemen, the moist cat food
Even the killer inner-tube
Could not dissuade a love so true
We fought about the brussel
sprouts
And crocodile tears brought on time-outs
Though, in the pink-chair I did pout
You taught me of life’s ins and outs
The fairy-tales read in the
shade
Of a great oak, so strong, so brave
Through those words, to me you gave
Imagination, what I crave
Yes, you were there; you took
the call
When life collapsed, you saw me fall
And with patience, through it all
You helped remove a silent wall
So when life seemed to take
its toll
You reached right in, and touched my soul
I am assured; it was your goal
To love me
Change me
Make me whole
February 1999
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This poem was written as a tribute
to my Grandmother, Cora Jane, who helped to raise me.
In 1999 she celebrated her 75th Birthday!
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