My Maternal Grandmother Poem by Marilyn Lott

She was my mother’s mother
And I truly loved her so
She raised six kids in logging camps
Wherever Grandpa would have to go

My mom was her oldest child
So she learned at a very young age
How to cook and clean the place
That always was at a rustic stage

But grandma had such talent
Years later when grandpa died
She got a job making draperies
Before she had never even tried

But she was strong and stubborn
And no one could tell her no
If she truly wanted to do a thing
She could and she’d show them so

She was artist and a sculptor
I treasure the things I have around
Mountains and old barns
And the magnificent Puget Sound

Yes, I’m proud to call her ‘Grandma’
I shared her with my brother
She was a wonderful lady always
For she was my maternal Grandmother!