I love this poem. I have just written a children's book about grief and loss. It's an adventure story about a boy who goes in search of his grandma who has disappeared. I wrote it because I still struggle with my gran being gone, even though I had her until I was 33.
Sadly I come from an background where love did not exist. I never had the privilege nor have I experienced the connection with grandparents neither have my kids. I love my grandchildren to the moon and back.
Thank you for this beautiful write. They also love my cookies. Take care
Our grandparents can make huge impressions on our lives. Reading this poem, I see your gran. I see her arthritic frame. Does this weaken her? No, she is strong and shows a determination to live life and give; not just food and warmth but inspiration too.
Without the syllable and rhyme restriction flow here is smooth. This will go into my favourites.