Twenty years ago today my Grandma Evelyn Graham passed away. She was one of the most caring, loving and nurturing people that you could ever hope to meet. When I was little I would cry all night with ear aches (which turned out to be a tumor on the base of my brain). I only wanted my Grandma. I remember many nights that my Dad would go and get her at 2am. She would heat towels and hold them on my ear and rock me all night. She would say over and over that she wished that she could take away my pain. Somehow the pain would ease. Even as an adult she did the same thing. When I lost my first child she stayed with me for a couple of days after his funeral. Again, she held me and said over and over how she wished that she could take away my pain, and I know that she would have if it were possible. I wish that my children could have known her. Chad was only 6 months old and Brittany was 2 when Grandma died. Here is a poem that I wrote a couple of years after her death. It was published in Treasured Poems of America 1995 Fall Edition page 293.
MY GRANDMA'S HOME
My Grandma's Home was a place where everyone was welcome,
Her door was open night and day,
It was a place to feel safe and secure,
Knowing that you would never be turned away,
What better joy than to see her face light up when you entered through the door,
To know the love she gave us will last forever more,
My Grandma's home was filled with love and laughter,
from the foundation to the highest rafter,
It was a place to go when there was nowhere left to turn,
Where love and values, there we learned,
To see her face once more I will always yearn,
But I know I will see her smile and hear her laugh again someday,
When God calls me to that Glory Land far away.
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