Grandma's Pies Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

My Grandma made
the most wonderful pies.
Her patient devotion,
the love in her eyes,
opened me to a world
of wonder and surprise,
led me thru childhood
there in her kitchen;
made a warm place in her heart
where a child’s soul could grow.

From that heart of gold
she spun her stories of old;
taught a child how to
make it through the storms of life.
She was my tower,
my high castle walls;
solid as rock
was her love through it all.
Never once did she falter, even
through the hardest parts,
she was more than just my grandma
she was keeper of my heart.