Love And Grandmothers Poem by Neil Stephens

Waking up when the train hit the crossing a half a mile away
Hopping out of bed to step on that cold wooden floor
Were some of the most enjoyable, stable, loving days
That any child growing up would adore

That beautiful old home with its cold rooms
The fresh baked homemade biscuit smell of the kitchen
The easy going air about the place consumes
My thoughts of my grandparents, no tension

They loved each other in such a beautiful way
That I fell into their love from the start
They nurtured and cared as grandparents do each day
I was shielded from all bad things, I was in their heart

My grandmother, I remember, had hair of gray
She worked hard to keep up their home
She cooked homemade meals when I would come to stay
She always was up early cooking breakfast with a gleeful tone

The country life suited her well
Remembering Tonka trucks, firecrackers, and slingshots
Sitting in her lap as she read the Bible stories was swell
My ear on her chest reverberating loving tones of her voice I loved lots

To feel where the truth in her grew
To have God's and her love, and be in her circle so bright
Evergreen those loving ways, will never leave me blue
Only love soared through my veins, she made that right

One day badmen came shot her dead
I thought, my little mind lived in a western tv show
A heart attack claimed her body
God snatched that beauty faster than anyone could know

I've missed her so since I was three
A complete love I had no more
It's hard to move on and try to forget her love she had for me
A wonderfully compiled complicated lock, like on a door

Aunts, Uncles, parents, cousins, friends, and loves lost along the way
All part of the onion of love I treasure so
Most of them never knew how much love my grandmother would send
Love's undoing, for me started then and seems to grow

With every passing day, to all I say I love you
We don't know the new day brings
Hopefully more joy to remember and love that is true
Hugs to you all, my heart sings