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Grandest Mother of All


from the day I arrived she loved me through and through my oh my, those 15 years flew sledding in December, Swimming in June her lips would hum the sweetest tune babies, dogs, and the ringing phone no one in that blue house is ever alone she cared for every creature on Earth, the most lady since the day of her birth my grandmother and I were never related, but when it came to family, her heart inflated she's a farmer, and we are her crop, her love and generosity will never stop she may not be in her chair today, but inside of me, forever she will stay.
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