So today is another ‘free day’ on the blogging challenge so I’m going to do something a little bit different. This is a poem I wrote a while ago about my grandmother and, having just finished a portrait of her this afternoon, I thought I could combine the two for my Day Twelve post.
My Grandmother – ‘Grammy’
My grandma’s eyes, though getting poorly,
See the world in all its glory.
Colourful garden, drop of rain,
A sunbeam on a window pane.
My grandma’s hands, though getting frail,
Command a pen to tell a tale.
Words becoming poetry,
A literary symphony.
My grandma’s mind, though sometimes muddled,
Makes a picture of any puzzle.
A word of wisdom, guiding hand,
Helps me to better understand.
My grandma’s heart, worn on her sleeve,
Gives me the courage to believe.
A loving word, a quick embrace,
A smile that lights up her whole face.
My grandma’s soul, a priceless treasure,
A thing of beauty beyond measure.
My own grandma, though growing old,
A woman worth her weight in gold.