Grandmother Poem

Grandma, you are all these things to me, and I will be these to you.

Grandma

© Shannon E. Hauser

You’re my earth, you’re my world; you’re my moon that circles my world.
You’re my moon, you’re my star; you’re the one I look upon in the dark.
You shine like the sun that brightens my day. And take all the dark storms away.
I will be there for you whenever you need help. I will shine like you did through my sickness and health.
I will be that angel that sits on your shoulder to make you happy and better when the sun goes away and sets for the next day.
Don’t worry, I will still be on your shoulder and I will love you until the world is over.

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Published: Feb 2006

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