June, 1996

My mind goes back
To years gone by
There a sweet mem'ry
Will never die.

Though gone many years,
To her home above,
Grandma lives in my heart;
A symbol of love.

I remember the laughter,
The hugs and smiles....
Making a visit to Grandma
Worth all the miles.

No matter how busy
Grandma would be,
She always had time
To play with me.

I remember Grandma,
On her porch chewing gum.
We were all blowing bubbles,
And having such fun.

But much to our surprise;
And delight.
She blew out her teeth...
Now that was a sight!

We all howled with laughter,
And Grandma too;
'Cause laughing was Grandma's
fav'rite thing to do.

Her laughter was loved
By all around,
But once was told,
Made Grandpa frown.

Laughing in church,
Should not be done;
Unless it's shared,
By everyone.

As Grandma read,
Her class room paper,
She'ld read a joke
And would start to shake her.

She'ld be laughing,
Quiet inside her.
But shaking all over,
Nothing could hide her.

Grandma, would find
Fun things to do;
Dress up in old clothes,
And high heeled shoes.

She'ld give us her jars,
So we could can;
Catalpa beans....and things,
Not fit for man.

When time to can,
Would come around,
Then no clean jars
Were ever found.

She'ld think in her mind;
"I let them use 'em,
Next year....next time,
I'm gonna refuse 'em."

When next year came,
Her canning to be done,
Was not a clean jar,
Not even one.

Visiting Grandma,
Was such a treat,
We always found,
Good things to eat.

Grandma's cookie jar......
Magical, I knew.
Always had cookies,
For me and for you.

Grandma's cookie jar
Now is mine;
To keep it full,
I bake all the time.

How Grandma had time
To do all she did,
I never questioned,
For I was a kid.

By: Sheila Weaver
AKA: peacefullyabiding