Grandma, I can picture you stirring the kitchen like a spoon
with movements that no one could map, and onlookers barely knew.
You captured the day in minutes sure to complete your list of
'things to do' without ever complaining. but serving in love.
Grandma, I remember your homemade toast in the morning time
and the way you encouraged the weary soul and troubled mind.
How you always gave with words and offered your hands to serve
and never, in my memory, echoed a bitter word.
Grandma, I can think of you now sitting by grandpa's stool
your apple crisp in the oven makes full bellies crave more food
Us three kids decorate your kitchen table in human lumps
You are crocheting or drawing with us for the hiding stump.
Grandma, I pray for you now, out of reach.
I know God is watching you and will keep
you safe in His plans and strong embrace.
Remembering your love brings me strength.
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