some children fall in the cracks
swept up in loving arms
(for you) mothering comes easy
loving is never a “task”
Grandmothers take small hands
steer us clear of life’s storm
water their little one’s garden
never says “can’t” always “Can”
her memory flows over sweetly
wishing she still was near
heaven is ever the richer
Grandmother your love was so dear
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In my discussions with people, I rarely find someone whose grandmother wasn’t an influence in their lives. Some of us were raised by our grandmothers and our mothers were either out of the picture or were more concerned about their own lives. To the women who in their elderly years dusted off their tennie runners and game playing skills and most of all loved us for who we were.
Sharing this with Poet’s United today!
penned in moon dust 
Hi Truedessa – grandmothers certainly play a huge role .. we saw them, and spent holiday times with them … but they didn’t look after us – but their influence is around now – I can feel it in my bones!
Mother’s Day is special … but then everyday is mother’s day … take care – cheers Hilary
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ah…those hands did steer us clear of life’s storms (in childhood even a little quarrel with a friend was a big issue)…a beautiful one Leslie…
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For me I am lucky to say my mother was like your beautiful words….I only knew one grandmother, and she had such a sad and bitter life….I loved your beautiful tribute to mothers.
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Grandmothers take small hands
steer us clear of life’s storm
water their little one’s garden
Such wonderful and heart warming sentiments in your poem Leslie ❤ ❤
Beautifully penned 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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My grandmothers left me early, still I do remember them dearly…. and now when my mother is going the same way slowly I do remember them again.
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I was fortunate enough to have 4 grandparents and 3 great grandparents alive when I was born. While I barely knew one, the remaining three grandmothers/great-grandmothers had a profound influence on my life all the way to adulthood, the last one dying only a few years ago when I was forty-six years old. Truly a blessing.
Tim
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Funnily enough my memory of both grandparents is very dim even though they lived with us at different stages. So I feel a bit nostalgic because of this lovely tribute to grandmothers thank you … 🍀
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Mother is both a noun and a verb – I would imagine it is a privilege to be either and special when someone cares in an unconditional way – here’s To all the people who say ‘can’ and let us bloom 🌸
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Very true grandmothers have and continue to play an important role in children’s lives.
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luv these sweet sentiments you shared; A good Sunday to you Leslie
much love…
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Leslie you are lucky you were able to spend time with your grandmother. My Dad’s mother, I think died before I was born. Mom’s mother died when I was seven or eight. We could not visit grandma or grandpa, because my dad’s job was far away from Bengal.
I loved your poem and wished I was as lucky as you.
Happy ‘Mother’s Day.’ Leslie. 🙂
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Yes, I had such a grandma and she saved my life…….mother’s day is so much about her, and her stories, her comfort, and her love. Beautiful poem, Leslie.
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My grandmother was probably the most influential person in my life…and the reason I am who I am today. Thank you for this post…
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Grandmothers are very special people. Your poem pays beautiful tribute to them!
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I’m loving this tribute to grandmothers (yours in particular, it seems)!
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