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 ( ]


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