Called By Grandma Poem by John Ackerman

Your lips whisper softly, kind words of praise,
Your strong hands caress cold fears away.
Your shining eyes glow, from sweet peace within,
Your silver hair reveals the years you have seen.
Your tender heart beats, with a kind gentle love,
Your soul carries peace, from your Lord up above.
Your arms reach to hold, all those that you bless,
To welcome us all, in the warmth of your nest.
Your spirit responds, to the tears that we cry,
Your thoughts remain calm, with God as your guide.
Your back may be sore, from the years of great care,
Yet, your face fills with warmth, from the love that you bear.
Your prayers lift the burdens, so we will not fall,
Your love is so precious, that you give to us all.