Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things. ~Pierce Harris
There once was an old lady with hair a light shade of blue.
Her face was slowly falling and her heart was tried but true.
She loved to feed the alley cats and tell them of her dreams.
She squatted in her lilly garden to plant her plastic queens.
I loved to hear her stories of life and days gone by.
Her voice was soft and wistful that never told a lie.
Her manner was truly graceful as she tied her sheer pink scarf.
Her words were always gentle as she touched you with her heart.
She prayed over my pillow, and cast her faith on high.
She always looked so peaceful when she glanced up at the sky.
Her hands were warm and true when she brushed my tangled hair,
and she always intently listened to all my hopes and cares.
She lived her life truly smiling, day after day.
A rainbow in the storm, that was just her way.
Even though she is gone now, and is beyond my reach,
Grandma will always be the reason I hold on to my dreams.
A tribute to the memory of my Grandma and her wonderful ways.