“Grandma, your hair is like a halo
that surrounds your face and glows.
When you hold me in your arms,
I almost see your wings fold.
Why’d you fall down from heaven . . .
didn’t you have a hold?”
Life’s interesting with a grandchild.
“Grandma, your kiss is like a whisper
that trickles down to my toes
and tickles me all over.
I never want to lose you.
What’s it like in heaven?
Whisper softly your views.”
He crawled in my lap to take a nap.
“Grandma, in your arms it’s safe and warm . . .
you take complete care of me;
guide me safely every day.
When I see you on bent knee
calling God in heaven,
you sound really happy.
Who’s older? It’s O.K. to tell me!”

copyright 2000 from my book, "A Little Hope"