From that special place where
all grandmas go,
comes a trace
of your scent
stirring my heart…
Clove oil, flour,
soap, and noodles,
beloved dolls, pixie dust,
vintage photos, and lace.
As I breathe in your memory,
the old clock chimes “one”…
a reminder of the place
you held in my world.
Loyal, loving,
weaver of dreams…
Safety net, mirror,
mentor and friend…
Someday I’ll be
where all grandmas go,
with heavenly scents of
clove oil, flour,
soap, and noodles,
beloved dolls, pixie dust,
vintage photos, and lace.
There in His glory
you’ll be waiting for me…
with an inviting embrace,
laughter, and joy,
a place where I’ll finally be home.
Connie
Blessings my dear friend,
Joyce Bowling
A lovely seranade to a beloved Grandma..
Still as St Paul says " I can do everything through Him who gives me strength. Philippians 4:13"
God Bless
Peter Paton
Reindeer