Grace of An Angel
The hands that brewed my cup of tea
with peanut butter/jelly glee
and made sure that I always ate
so off to school, I’d not be late
The tender lips to nudge my head
and gently kiss me into bed
The face that never let me see
the worries life can guarantee
The eyes that bore an endless smile
at least for me and all the while
through cooking, cleaning, feeling tired
and any pain her life required
Yet, it’s her voice remembered most
a sweet and ever welcome ghost
For what could somehow rise above
the sound of a grandmother’s love
An angel’s grace, she did possess
with human fails, no more, no less
Yet with her gentle way. so fine
she was the best for she was mine
For Nellie…
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