Listen, my child, to what your fahter teaches you. Don't neglect your
mother's teaching. What you learn from them will crown you with grace
and clothe you with honor.
My Grandmother
Her gentle touch lives on in me
As it did when I was small.
Her outstretched arms support me still
And keeps me standing tall.
Her lap, sometimes my refuge
Her breast, a pillow ‘neath my head.
Her voice, a soothing lullaby,
Together these became my bed.
In her eyes I was so special.
Could she see the pride in mine?
When the love she gave to me was passed
To the next one down the line.
I celebrate her life today,
For she still is like no other.
Love always returns when its given away,
She taught me, my Grandmother
Frances Eileen Pace
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