When I think of Grandma I think of kindliness,    for she was always helping someone. I think of encouragement,    for she was always hopeful. I think of restlessness,    for she was always making things better. I think of plants and flowers,    for she was always growing things. I think of manners,    for her table was where we practiced formality. I think of treats,    for her kitchen was a place of cookies and cheeses. I think of Grandpa,    for in a special way, I shared him with her.

on the celebration of her 90th birthday

1journey.net     may 1992 elias