My Grandmother
Laying in her bed while she tells us her childhood stories,
Never ending perfect days without any worries.
Making us laugh was her specialty,
Laying in her bed while she tells us her childhood stories,
Never ending perfect days without any worries.
Making us laugh was her specialty,
Well about 9 months ago I moved to Ohio from Texas because my dad got a job at the oil rig. I miss my family in Texas very much but my dad met a girl while hanging with friends about 3 years...
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A heart so golden and true
No matter what, she will always be here for you.
Through rain or snow her love for you will always show.
I do believe God created her different from the rest
Grandma's love was sweet, pure, sincere and very dear,
The day she died I tried not to cry, but couldn't hold back the tears.
I text mom and said, "She's gone!" My mother said, "Gone where?"
My Grandma died just a few days ago from a stroke. I miss her so much!
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I remember back to when I was about three,
when you gently placed me upon your bended knee.
You placed your arms around me,
And I could plainly see,
I know how you feel. I feel the same way. I wish I could see my grandma, but God has her now.
I find such a comfort
In my Granny's lap.
I snuggle and lie there
As I take my nap.
All the things you used to do
cooking dinner on Sunday
making homemade stew
sitting for hours...
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You and I have made a box,
it's called our box of memories.
I can't hear your voice,
Between the sticky fingers and messy hair,
You really love and truly care.
You have always been there through everything,
Remember when we all broke your swing.
I hear people speak her name and sometimes when I hear it I feel quite ashamed
Not of you but of me because I can't remember her happily
I never knew her and people don't say what kind of things she did each day
People don't talk to me about such
I lost my Mammy in May of 2007, she was my grandmother. There aren't enough words in the dictionary to describe how much I miss her everyday. Before she passed away I thought just thinking...
I am the wonderful
smell of tulips and roses
banana bread on a Sunday morn