Grandma —

She worries, she cares, and she loves.


How can a life be so full

and still feel incomplete?

How can a piece of the past

be cherished in our memories

and still be relived?


Ahh, but the time has not come.



Moments press on and on.

Good moments, ones of peace and hope,

follow us in her wake.


To worry is to care.

To care, and to be cared for, is to love.

And to love is to inspire. 


Grandma — 

She worried, she cared, and she loved.

This poem is about: 
My family


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