Grandma Dorothy |
I meant to call her just last week. A question's answer I did seek. But I delayed my verbal quest. My query must be put to rest. My sister called me just today. "Grandma has just passed away" Though the message grieved my troubled soul, I knew her spirit had been made whole. My mind went back to ages past, where memories shall ever last of Grandma and her love for living, her handiwork and endless giving. The pajamas she sewed and gave to me while just a boy, fit perfectly. By warmth of flannel tucked in bed she bent to kiss my sleepy head. Her flower garden was her pride and so much time it occupied. She pampered violets on the sill and found someone her yard to till. The birds would visit her each day and sing their merry hearts away To watch her work with heart so bright The garden here was her delight The angels surely must rejoice to hear the laughter in her voice as she walks among the flowers without a weed or April showers. She's gone beyong the Great Divide; crossed over to that other side, to perfect peace and rhapsody, and there awaits for you and me. Steve Hodgin Copyright 1999 |
Grandma Dorothy |
