Grandma, I sure miss the way

you’d tell me stories every day

and cook me dinner without delay

when deciding to prolong my stay.

At thanksgiving, always such a treat

is where the family’d yearly meet

for turkey, ham and tasty sweets

and then a tournament, cards they be

pinochle winner, a trophy get ye

let’s not forget the rivalry

watching Cowboys/Eagles on TV

what is best, the love we give

hugs and kisses when we leave.

Any time we needed her

the house was open, and with care

she’d talk to us or leave us be

and things would soon be alrighty.

Dear Grandmom, used to be such fun

Tall Pines camping, in shade and sun

yummy casseroles, and pies galore

a campfire and some yummy s’mores

swimming in the campground pond

and watching fireworks at day’s end.

Most of all, we loved the way

you taught us how to live and pray

the church is where you’d always be

and followed your example we

so then could live eternally

and meet you again, heavenly.

– Sandra Johnson