So meticulous, so intense,
Little eyes so full of chance.
Adamant, but ever loved,
Precious gifts from up above.
Tiny hands and tiny feet,
Seem to make it all complete.
Giggles with a toothless grin,
Part of this gift’s precious trim.
Ever learning minds expand,
As they grasp onto your hand.
Want to see all that life has,
And with it all – learn from the past.
You hold the world against your breast,
This task will be just one big test.
But ever moving – always forward,
They will be life’s big reward.
one of the best grandmas in the world died yesterday. my great-grandma. i will never forget her. i never heard her speak a harsh word. she loved flowers and plants. she made things for her family-dolls, clothes, blankets, and was always busy with her hands. she was sweet and she loved me and my kids. she didn’t forget birthdays. even though she probably had about 100 to keep track of. she was one of my special pen-pals, we kept in touch with each other and she called me sometimes to talk to me. she was 93.
i am thinking a lot about the women in my family. my aunts, my cousins, my mom, my sister and sister in law, my nieces, my daughter. there is something special about women. i draw so much inspiration from you: gardener, nurse, mommy, artist, friend, kindred spirit. we’re the ones in the kitchen during family get togethers. we’re the ones that nurture the family ties. thank you.
it’s hard to be away from home today.