WORDS FROM MY GRANDMA
Grandmas hold our tiny
hands for just a little while, but our hearts forever.
~Author Unknown
My grandma was everything to me. She was the stay at home mom while my mom
worked to provide for us. My grandma was
beautiful – like – truly beautiful. The
kind of beautiful that was so big inside, it sparkled out her eyes.
She was funny, and silly, and different. My innocent eyes saw her as perfect. She painted with me, did crafts with me,
taught me how to shuffle off to buffalo, let me crawl in bed with her at night
when I was scared and let me sit in her comfy chair with her and do word finds. She let me lick the beaters, stocked my big
wheel full of cookies and gum and refilled it when I’d pretended I’d “lost” them
all. She’d let me rub her soft,
beautiful cheek. My grandma had the
softest skin – thanks to Ponds. I’d feel
the muscles in her arms and call her popeye.
She’d finish the food off everyone’s plates and still was small and
slender, curvy and beautiful.
My grandma made me feel safe. There is no other word to describe how I felt
with my grandma other than, safe. Her
love, her belief in me – the way she shared her soul. I felt safe.
When she died, I no longer felt safe. I was around 10 years old. I’ve been working to find that safety
since.
I’ve felt her around me a bit more lately. I wish I could remember what her voice
sounded like. I wish I could sit next to
her and do word finds. No talking, no
fancy trips, no big treats – just sitting next to my grandma – feeling safe. That was everything to me.
Now she is an angel.
I believe watching over her family.
I hope she is proud of me. I hope
she can see her beautiful great grandchildren, who would have just adored her.
These are some of the poems my grandma wrote for me. She wasn’t on earth very long, but the impact
she made in my life and in my heart is forever.
A granddaughter is someone
very, very special.
She can drink cool aid and have
the color ring adhere to her
mouth along with the chocolate chip
cookies, even after washing.
In
spite of this colorful array, she
still manages to be the most
beautiful little girl in the
world.
She puts on Grandpa’s shoes
and Grandmas scarf and carries
an oversized handbag, and is
all ready to go for a walk.
She will crawl up on your
lap and ask you to tell her a
story, and you find you still
remember, word for word – The
Three Bears, Sleeping Beauty and
Cinderella. As you
speak, she
listens as though you were a
great orator.
The songs she loves to sing!
You can sing “Ring Around the
Rosey,”
and “Jesus Loves Me”, as
if you had sung them every
day instead of the time lapse
of almost twenty years.
Spring is newer, summer
is more beautiful, fall more
colorful, and winter a little
warmer, just because she’s
around.
When she says, “Grandpa
and Grandma, I love you” –
We’re the richest people in
the world.
She’s three years old
today – our granddaughter,
Michele
Happy Birthday little one,
With all our love
Grandpa & Grandma Dishong
Granddaughter
Oh Michele –
The wonder you’ve given our lives.
A spring day is now alive with newness.
Summer, always hot, now bright with
flowers and butterflies.
The Autumn, so lonely, now full of
bright leaves and little squirrels.
And Winter, ah the cold, is white
fluffy snow, full of laughter.
The days aren’t long enough to
share each new wonder of you.
Oh Michele –
God Bless you – our very dear.
-
Alice Dishong
Christmas with Michele
Let us come into your
world, Michele.
On this wonderful Christmas
day.
To hear your laughter, darling
Michele,
As you go about your
play.
We’ve not forgotten, dear
Michele,
What it’s like at Christmas
time.
It’s in the back of our hearts,
Michele.
Almost lost in our daily
Climb.
For it’s not too long –
Only a moment –
A blink of an eye –
And it’s gone.
Let us come into your
World, Michele.
That magical childhood
Land.
Share our past joys with
us, Michele.
In your Christmas
wonderland.
Grandma
