WORDS FROM MY GRANDMA

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