I wrote this poem to read at Grace Stewart William’s memorial service. She was my step-grandmother, and a sweet, gentle soul. She will be dearly missed.
Memories of Mamal
Coffee and toast, her usual breakfast
Enjoyed each morning, dressed in her housecoat
A moment of quiet to start her day
Small children, drawn to her like bees to honey.
Who’d hold a disabled child for hours
So his parents could enjoy a family gathering
Her chickens, lovingly tended,
Eggs laid, she skillfully cooked
Her grandchildren feared the meanest roosters in five states.
Hours around the table, playing cards
Friendly competition amongst family
She was tough to beat, a delightful opponent
Peanut Brittle, one of my favorite treats
Delivered by hand from trips up north
Candy, gifts, small statured hugs, infused with love.
Hair, white, permed shoulder length
The sides pulled back and pinned
A beautiful look she never changed.
A tiny woman with a tremendous heart
Gentle, stubborn, gracious and loving.
Thank you for your gift in my life