Love Of A Grandchild Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking up at a beautiful picture my granddaughter drew for me.
Hanging on the wall of my hospital room, showing how much I am loved by her.
Every petal of the flower is an individual heart, and the leaves are like her seven year old arms, hugging me all day, every day, right here in my lonely room.
Feeling the depth of her love gives me hope, and the faith to continue getting better so I can get back home and play Barbie's with her again.
One of the many lights in my life, given to me by God through my ten grandchildren.