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To Great Grandma Ott On Mothers Day
When I think about growing old some day
I smile because I think of you.
Of all the loving words you say
And the generous things you do.
I think of all the “I love You’s” you must have said
And all the hugs and kisses you have given.
Of all the hungry tummies you’ve fed
And about all the hearts you’ve been in.
I think of how lucky you were to live a life
Filled to the brim with flowers and love.
To be a doting mother and the most loving wife,
To be what so many warm memories are made of.
I imagine the bitter sweet joy of watching my own
You have never felt the torture of closing your eyes at night
Beneath that cold blanket of fear.
Nor of knowing that what we imagine will come out,
Is going to come out of the dark to claim you.
Because no ones there to protect you from your own screams or tears,
You will never be stripped bare
Of what grace and dignity you once possessed
Or to know what it is