I Remember . . .

I remember the simple things
   That made her my great grandmother
      She always carried gum
      The way she fixed her hair, just so . . .
      She always had a hug waiting just for me
      The sound of her voice when she said "I love you"
I'll always remember my grandmother

Memories . . .

I remember when I was small
   and she took me to school one early morn
   and she fixed the bow in my hair
   and even the time she let me wear her shoes
I remember the Sundays at church
   when I sat next to her and held her hand
   when we stood to sing "Amazing Grace"
   when I'd walk beside her when she left to go home
I remember the Christmases
   where she would sit in the corner and smile and stare
   when she opened her gift and modestly said, "You shouldn't have"
   then she'd leave and I'd wish her well

Wonderess Memories . . .

I remember her funeral
   All the flowers that graced her grave
      I never saw so many flowers
   All the people that came
      I never knew she had known so many people
   The long ride to the grave site
      So many cars that followed
         So many tears . . .

Sad Moments . . .

And so I remember these relative memories
   Of a woman so loved
      Of a proud woman
         Of my great grandmother
I'll always remember her not by the sad moments
   But by the moments she gave me which I now smile by
      By the times she said, "I love you"
         And by the words immortalized in this poem

Goodbye, Grandmother
   I'll see you soon
      But until then
         I'll remember you . . .