From the time she was a little sprout
She walked with a happy song
Old dirt roads were the common route
Where so many feet traveled upon
Walking hand and hand together
Her little grandma by her side
Eight short years seemed forever
A happy little girl with joy and pride
She came to learn so much more
As she listened along the way
Visiting many, walking to the store
Was the usual routine each day
Or sitting on an old fence rail
Eating an apple under the tree
Grandma gathering apples in her apron tail
The taste of that apple, what a memory
Skipping along, looking for a pretty rock
Running through the creek, busting it wide
Hardly a shoe, never a sock
Stumping her toes, she never cried
Her mouth running ninety miles an hour
Asking questions, curious as could be
Grabbing a crabapple, oh how sour
Her grandma warned her aimlessly
Walking to church many a time
And Decoration Day an annual event
Dinner on the ground a sure fire sign
The whole day they rejoiced and spent
So proud of her pretty, little church dress
Her mama made, especially for the day
And those pretty roses were the best
Sitting on the graves in a big bouquet
Carrying that little doll her grandma gave
With piercing eyes blue as the sky
The smallest things are worth the save
Worth more than money can buy
So many memories for a small girl
Tucked away of a few short years
Her grandma wasn't long for this world
Golden memories wipe away the tears
In her mind she'll never lose sight
Of her grandma on that distant shore
Her voice she still hears each night
Go to sleep now, tomorrow we'll do even more
Today she smiles with a happy heart
Turning back time and each cherished page
She and her grandma will never part
Although she's grown, memories never age
© Susie Swanson, 2014
In memory of my sweet grandma. She's been gone 54 years today.
© Susie Swanson, 2014
In memory of my sweet grandma. She's been gone 54 years today.
This is lovely Susie....Reminds me of my grandma Elsa and me, when I was young. Love and Hugs to you XOXO
ReplyDeleteThank you so much my sweet friend.
DeleteHow precious! I miss my grandmother every day.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful poem. May God bless as you remember your grandmother with love.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mildred.
DeleteJust beautiful Susie!
ReplyDeleteThank you Beth.
DeleteLovely tribute to your dear grandmother, Susie. These are wonderful memories.
ReplyDeleteThank you Daisy.
DeleteAnother lovely tribute! Your grandmother sounds like a wonderful woman, too bad you lost her too soon.
ReplyDeleteHope the storm didn't hit you too hard, we got heavy rain, but that's it.
Thank you Lise. That's about all we had but it sure was windy.
DeleteSo sweet...I could easily picture the scene!
ReplyDeleteBlessings and love~ Lisa
Thank you so much Lisa. Blessings to you.
DeleteWhat a great poem of love about you and your sweet Grandma. I wasn't fortunate to have any grandparents when I was born.. SO--I missed out on that....Sigh!
ReplyDeleteYes--we all do have MEMORIES ---and nobody can ever take them away from us.
Hugs,
Betsy
Thank you Betsy. I'm so sorry you didn't get to meet yours. I wasn't fortunate enough to meet my paternal grandpa either but I feel like I know him in my heart.
DeleteHi Susie, as always, this post and the one and the previous about Old Lady were absolutely beautiful and touched my heart deeply. I especially loved the line about the little girl being so proud of her church dress. I remember feeling that way when I was a child. You have this incredibly special way of reaching back in time and pulling out the most tender memories and they make me feel as if I am back there in the moment. What a gift, dear friend. You inspire me in so many ways and after I read your posts I always want to sit down and write and write and write! :) Have a wonderful afternoon and until next time... With Love, Delisa ;)
ReplyDeleteAwe. thank you so much sweet friend. You touch my heart to no end with your sweet words. You are an awesome writer and I love to read your writing. Hope you have a nice evening as well.
ReplyDeleteSusie,
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful poem and wonderful tribute to your grandmother. It reminds me so much of my own grandmothers. Such a lovely poem. I like the photo a lot, too.
I hope you are feeling better. It was great talking with you on the telephone.
Thank you Brenda and it was nice talking to you as well.
DeleteSusie,
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice poem about your dear grandma. The picture is so sweet too. I'm so glad you have memories of her. I was the youngest child, so I only remember my grandma on my father's side, but I was very close to my grandpa on my mother's side.
The doll that grandma made sounds so very special. I love hand made dolls, they are treasures.
Love,
~Sheri