Spiritual Poetry by Cody Dickinson

She Was Grandma To Me

Some people called her Lile,

Some called her Lile B.

Four have called her, Mother.

She was Grandma to me.

She spoiled me rotten,

When I was but a child.

She scorned my indiscretion,

When I was young and wild.

She praised my great achievements,

She taught me wrong from right.

She taught me when to back down,

And when to stand and fight.

She showed me what love is,

What love is supposed to be.

She was a teacher to so many,

She was Grandma to me.

Do you remember picking pine nuts?

Do you remember catching fish?

Of all the things she cooked,

What was your favorite dish?

Mine was her filled cookies,

She made on holidays,

She showed us all such love,

In oh, so many ways.

She truly loved my Grandpa,

She loved her family,

She was always there to help,

She was Grandma to me.

Today we’ve all gathered,

At this much familiar place.

We’ve come from many miles,

By God’s hand and His grace.

Right now fulfills a promise,

Made before I came to be.

To Grandpa she was Wife,

She was Grandma to me.

By: Cody Dickinson