Gramma Busha, Gramma Joan


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While I was shredding my journals I found a poem I made a long time ago while thinking of my Gramma.  I also found a note I wrote to her after she died telling her I missed her and sharing my thoughts with her.  I am not a poet but I really liked reading this as it brought back some nice memories once again. 

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Stout woman with an apron on

Saying “cha” as she gave her grand children candy.

Smiling woman with white hair, skin as soft as a peach,

Sitting in her chair knitting a vest for Grandpa.

Plump woman working hard,

making Christmas dinner for the whole family in her little kitchen.

Caring woman, weeding her garden- every color flower all along the fence.

Loving woman getting down the lifesaver glass that I couldn’t reach.

Beautiful woman sitting at the kitchen table pouring milk into her tea.

Go to her house and see-

I don’t think she will ever leave. 

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Here is what I love.  I found an old journal of Timmy’s that he did for school.  This is what he had to say about his Grandma when he was 12 years old: (excerpt)

My favorite relative is my Grandma Joan.  She is always real nice and friendly.  She always has something for me when I go to visit her.  She always has something to feed me, even if I just ate.  I like it when we visit her house.  She is my favorite relative. 

I hope I can be a Grandma like that one day.   Happy Mother’s Day to all the Mom’s and the Grandma’s out there! 

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