My Grandmother

Her gentle touch lives on in me
As it did when I was small.
Her outstretched arms support me still
And keeps me standing tall.

Her lap, sometimes my refuge
Her breast, a pillow ‘neath my head.
Her voice, a soothing lullaby,
Together these became my bed.

In her eyes I was so special.
Could she see the pride in mine?
When the love she gave to me was passed
To the next one down the line.

I celebrate her life today,
For she still is like no other.
Love always returns when its given away,
She taught me, my Grandmother.

[ by: Frances Eileen Pace -- submitted by: Frances Eileen Pace (fepace@msn.com) ]