Walk with me Grandma
She took my hand
and we strode out the door
A big smile upon my face
Hopped down the steps
Around the corner
And to the Sidewalk
We greeted Bear
The big, black dog
And continued on our way
To the corner of the road
Check both ways
And across we go
We talked to the cats
Pointed out the birds
And stopped to pet the dogs
She told me jokes
And taught me life
And let me have fun
We circled the block
Could see the house
But the fun didn't end
Walked up the steps
Gave her a hug
" Thanks for walking with me,
Grandma"
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This poem was written by my daughter, It is a first step in a long healing process for her, But it is beautiful to see her writing again.
She lost her Grandmother 6 years ago, This is the first she has openly talked about her since.
She took my hand
and we strode out the door
A big smile upon my face
Hopped down the steps
Around the corner
And to the Sidewalk
We greeted Bear
The big, black dog
And continued on our way
To the corner of the road
Check both ways
And across we go
We talked to the cats
Pointed out the birds
And stopped to pet the dogs
She told me jokes
And taught me life
And let me have fun
We circled the block
Could see the house
But the fun didn't end
Walked up the steps
Gave her a hug
" Thanks for walking with me,
Grandma"
©
This poem was written by my daughter, It is a first step in a long healing process for her, But it is beautiful to see her writing again.
She lost her Grandmother 6 years ago, This is the first she has openly talked about her since.