I remember Momma holding me,
Wiping my tears away,
Telling me she knew how it must hurt,
She always knew what to say.
Then bending to kiss me gently,
She’d send me merrily on my way.
There was Great Grandma in her nightgown,
She’d always color pictures with me.
We’d pretend her bed was a pirate ship,
Then we’d escape, and sail away free.
She colored the grass blue and the sky green,.
Momma said it was because she couldn’t see.
My Daddy taught me how to draw,
He told me stories under starry skies.
He said to always be true to myself,
The truth is never telling lies.
He said giving and caring for others,
Is what brings the light to our lives.
Uncle Bill was fast witted, and funny,
He was a sharp, good looking guy.
One Christmas Eve, he took me driving,
He pointed out Rudolph’s red nose, blinking in the sky.
He made me laugh and he didn’t judge others,
In a strange, surreal, dream, I got to say goodbye.
Grandpa showed me about nature,
We took long walks and listened to the trees.
He loved the singing of the Cottenwood,
And the glories of Jack Frost after a freeze.
He taught me how to play checkers,
And how to ‘tickle’ the piano keys.
Grandma was always crocheting,
Or sewing clothes, all by hand.
Mamma said that when she was younger,
They had a big garden and she would can.
They lived down by the river,
It seemed such a wild and beautiful land.
These unknown, everyday, heros,
They gently formed who I would be.
They taught me how to look at the world,
They showed me different ways to see.
They always had time for my questions,
They always had time for me.
CAWatson03/27/2009
