During the time of preparation for a celebration of her life’s journey, my daughter, inspired by one of the stories that was read to her Grandmother, wrote this poem:
Once there was a Grandma.
and she loved her grandchildren.
And whenever they could, they would come to visit her
and they would run in her back yard to watch the train
and roll down her front yard into piles of leaves and
catch fireflies in the summer evenings.
They would eat her home cooked fried chicken, pound cake and strawberry jam.
And when they were tired, she would rub their backs and sing "Go Tell Aunt
And the children loved their grandmother . . . very much.
And Grandma was happy.
© 2006, John C. Fitts, III. All Rights Reserved. Reprinted from Grace Drops, Volume 4 (2006).