I will remember, many years, you know,
When I sit on my porch in the summer glow,
The way I sat on the porch with you,
When summer evenings were fresh and new.
I will remember each Christmas season
That you never once forgot the reason—
Though in decorations you took delight,
As you sang your favorite, O Holy Night.
I will remember the smell of good bread,
Possibly long past the time I’m dead.
And of your pie, you always noted,
That Blueberry was the one I voted.
I will remember your crochet sack—
Your stealth-away-hiding, pound purry knack.
Afghans you made in rainbow colors—
Those caring things you crafted for others.
I will remember the Sunday meetings
In the Baptist church with so many greetings—
Listening to the songs, and your singing voice,
As you sang hymns about love and rejoice.
I will remember soft, warm cuddles;
Sharing secrets, jokes and chuckles.
I will remember all of my days,
Your loving, extravagant, Grandma ways.