To Grandma, With Love Poem by Paula Kneeland

Family photos that hang on the walls show smiles by the old pear tree
As the gentle stranger with soft hands escorts her down the hallway.

A cup of tea, cold by the bed, awaits with a novel only half read;
As the gentle stranger with soft hands now her guides down the hallway.

White sheets are tucked in high and tight, gathered closely at knees;
As the gentle stranger with soft hands prompts her down the hallway.

Misty blue-green tears sparkle in eyes, longing to flow free;
And the gentle stranger with soft hands leads her down the hallway.

Memories the only reminder of a life now whisked away;
And the gentle stranger with soft hands ushers her down the hallway.

They reach a final meeting place where none are cast aside.
A black limousine awaiting there to give her one last ride.
A silent prayer is offered up as she waves her final goodbye.
And the gentle stranger with soft hands floats her from the hallway.