. . . TO MY GRANDMOTHER . . .

I remember soft and gentle hands,
Reaching out to dry my tears;
I remember warm and loving arms,
That chased away my fears.

Someone that I could run to,
Who always made sure she was there;
An ear that would patiently listen,
Someone who always cared.

There's something rare and wonderful,
God placed in a Grandmother's heart;
Something he knew a child would need,
Right from the very start.

Heaven has a place reserved
For Grandmother's sweet and kind;
But I had a little Heaven on earth,
In the Grandmother I called mine.


Allison Chambers Coxsey
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