I wrote it for you Grandma

You were here

I thought you’d always be

Chiding, reminding, guiding, pushing

Tall as the trees you stood for me

No nonsense, quick thinking, matriarch

Helpful to all

Encourager, evangelist, disciplinarian

Took on the world with just your hands

None visited left empty – spirit or hands

You always said to God the praise belongs

“Happy Mother’s Day” I told you

“Wish I could say the same” you told me

I left it there, no more to say

We both know you raised me the right way

It’s here again in two days

Time will heal

True but not always so

Glimpses of you once tall and brave

Slowly disappear into sunset fade

Thousands of miles between us both

A message, my voice perhaps the last you heard

You’re all better with your Lord and mine

Resting, praising, basking in the glory

No more pain or tearful worries

Peace be mine and hope

Time heals

I’m all right

Living how you showed me

Praying for the light

Peaceful night, and Happy Mother’s Day