This is a poem to my great grandmother Melba
A woman I so dearly cherish
And love deeply
And who is not afraid to stand
I have seen her
Be kind
Be loving
Be strong
All because she could stand
It is well over half of her life
That she has been married
And even now she loves him
Despite his injuries
Despite his short comings
Despite his chair
She loves him
And when he falls
She bends down
And lifts him
In those moments
When she lifts him high
And stands tall with love and devotion
I am so proud
To know that her blood is in my veins
And her lessons are in my heart
So that one day
I too
Might stand
 Alatria · Tue Mar 04, 2008 @ 04:32am · 0 Comments |
