Carolyn Sears

Rookie (March 30-1950 / Magnolia, Arkansas)

Grandma's Hand's

Poem by Carolyn Sears

I remember grandma’s hand

She raised us oh so well

She taught us the art of patience

And love for your fellow man

Oh, how I remember grandma’s

She held you with her motherly

Although we were her son children

She raised us as her own,

A mother taken away from her
Babies way to soon.

I remember grandma’s hand

She taught us the meaning of

And learn us to respect ourselves
As well as our fellow man..

She cooked and clean, washed our

She nurture she even bath us when
We couldn’t bathe ourselves

She took on 3 small children including
A very small baby in tow..

I remember grandma’s hand''s

She would sing while she was in the
Kitchen preparing each and every

Listening to those pots and pans

Her dropping them on the floor

She tried to shield and protect us from
All the trouble of the world

I remember grandma’s hand’s

She played doctor on every cut

Scratch and

Bruises that came along with
Young children

Grandma’s hand’s

She Issued out the butt whipping

That went along with the hugs

But, yet kissed the tears away

She handed out sugar cookies


Issue us out doors to play

I remember her sitting on the
Porch and saying

Don’t get in that dirt, be careful
Momma baby..

My daddy use to tell her “Ah Momma
Let the kids play”

The dirt will wash off..I truly remember

Grandma’s hand’s

Carried a lot of love and

I remember my grandmother oh, so

We call her “Momma Etta”

Comments about Grandma's Hand's by Carolyn Sears

  • Ihni Andern (1/5/2008 3:20:00 PM)

    ... I miss my grandmother now...(Report)Reply

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  • Shay Riggin (1/5/2008 3:15:00 PM)

    thank you this reminded me of my grandma that died shortly ago! ! very well spoken and great words. i think it somes up and grandma great!(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 5, 2008