A Letter to Grandma

by Diane Fordham

In loving memory
Beatrice Herbert Morris
Feb. 12, 1913 - May 4, 1998

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Grandma was young once,
a long time ago.
Grandma was like us once
with a long row to hoe.

She made it through hard times
and she made it through good.
All of this gave her strength,
even when she had to chop wood.

Grandma taught us many a thing
how to cook, sew and to crochet.
She taught us God and the Bible
and always to obey.

Grandma was always there to listen
and never put us down.
She always gave good advice
with the wisdom she had found.

Grandma was there when my Mom died,
she was there all along.
Her helpful words she gave
should be put into a song.

Grandma was never selfish
but she was always kind.
She was always there when needed
and it didn't matter what time.

She was the most beautiful,
she was the most wise,
The love for her family
glowed bright in her eyes.

A poem to Grandma
could never describe
The hurt and the loneliness
everyone felt when she died.

The person she was
and the love she gave;
I pray I'm half the person
when I am of age.

I will always remember
all that you have taught.
All the love and laughter you gave
before it was time to depart.

I wish I had learned this
a long time ago.
So I could have told you this
before it was time to go.

I want to say thankyou
for all your love and time.
And I thank God every day,
that he had made you mine.

My Grandma was the wisest
she was the smartest of the smart.
You will never truly die, 'Grandma' -
You'll live within my heart.