A Grandmother’s touch…

       is soft as spring

       and brings new warmth to

              everything.

A Grandmother’s smile…

       creates more light

       than sun on water, sparkling

              bright.

A Grandmother’s voice…

       is like the rain,

       a cheerful, comforting refrain.

And her love,

       like the fragrant rose,

       brings gladness everywhere it

              grows. 

I love and miss you Grams, Heather

(The background is Grams rose designed with a filter)