Grandma

Found this while looking through poems I wrote when I was a kid. I was apparently eleven when I wrote this. I teared up while reading this. I miss you Mimi.

Grandma

Goodies upon goodies

Sweets upon sweets

That describes my Grandma

when she’s making treats.

She holds me tight when she

whispers wisdom in my ear.

That’s just one reason

I’m glad she’s here.

I listen intently when she

tells a story.

She’s in the spotlight.

She’s in the glory.

I look at her with the

Kitten in her lap

and the dog sniffing

her ear and I

know that she knows

our fear

Now it’s her birthday

and I’m going to remind

Her . . . . . . .

How much she means

To us . . . for just being

here