Tamra Craft Poems
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
Tiny flutters fill my eyes with tears
A happiness I never thought I could feel.
This is the kind of love I have read about
But never believed was real.
My every moment is now filled with devotion.