Dear Grandma
I looked,
But didn’t see,
A small boy without vision.
Your way was sweet, gentle,
Patient and always attentive.
What I didn’t know then,
Was that I was cherished,
And angels watched over me.
In your day,
You had struggled a war,
Been homeless and unfed.
And I, a crying child,
Wanted milk and a cookie,
And a story at bed.
But you never deserted me,
To suffer as you had.
In my day,
What I will always remember,
Is the blessing of knowing,
That you always loved me.
No matter my wild tantrums,
Or my challenging cruel words.
For you were an angel,
And I was unworthy of you.
My Beloved Nellie xxxx
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