GRANDMOTHER
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 1985
Grandma,
you've gradually aged
without seeming to.
Seventy-six,
but where has
the time gone?
Pictures
of you, holding a baby.
Mom.
Another picture of you,
years later,
another baby.
Great-grandson.
Same love,
but from a distance.
You've seen so much,
loved so much,
passed love on.
You'll always be remembered;
the memories are sweet.
This was written for my grandmother. It is part of my collection titled Love, Feelings and the Seasons of Life, currently looking for a publisher.
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