The Love a Grandmother Shares Will Always Be Remembered

If I could sit and talk with you

for just another day,

I'd spend its time telling you,

you were the sunshine in my ray.

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If I could enter heaven's gate,

feel the gentleness of your touch,

you'd know I thought the world of you

our time here was not enough.

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I'd bring sweet potato pudding

baked on merry holidays.

It became my families favorite,

I stirred in the love of our yesterdays.

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We'd reminisce, and infectious laughter

would again plaster smiles upon my face.

You were our four-eleven dynamo,

a woman with spunk and grace.

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We'd joke about the times of

money slipped into my hand,

followed by a hush, our secret,

though Pop-Pop would understand.

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I'd thank you for life lessons,

ones that can't be bought,

of generosity and kindness

buried deep inside my heart.

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I'd tell you that I'm happy,

my life turned out okay,

turn to hug you tightly,

wishing you could stay

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I wrote this poem to remember my grandmother, known to her grandchildren and great-grandchildren as Nana. She lives on in the memories of family, friends, and neighbors for her generosity, kindness, and spunk.