A Grandmother is a special blend of sweetness,
care and love without end.
It's a beautiful day here in the mountains,
a perfect day for pulling out some items that belonged to my precious Grandmother -
a perfect day for remembering her. . .
Sunshine is to flowers
what a Grandmother is to her grandchildren.
Grandma Betty was and still is a beautiful treasure.
She buried her love and presence in my heart
and forever there she will remain.
As I curl up in the quilt I made her,
I remember the days when her arms would wrap around me
in a loving, gentle hug.
Yellow, a happy color,
the color of sunshine,
the color of gold,
Grandma's color. . .
She was always cheerful and bright, bringing a smile to anyone's face.
She was pure gold, inside and out.
My Grandma has ears that truly listen,
Arms that always hold,
A love that's never-ending,
And a heart made of gold.
Is there anything more wonderful
than a Grandmother's love for her grandchildren?
It's just pure love.
Nothing but pure love.
Have a glorious day, friends!