In Memory of Grandma
Grandma liked men best, flirting without shame
Talking to each one as if he’s her next flame
Grandma liked cowboys in really tight jeans
In each rodeo she found the man of her dreams.
She read romance novels from cover to cover
As soon as one’s finished she picked up another.
She had a sly smile that went up on one side
And a sense of humor she tried to hide
But one look at the comics she taped to her fridge
Told you a lot about the humor she hid
Sending us cards for every special occasion
With neat handwriting in green felt-tipped pen
Grandma had a magical green thumb
Just name a plant, she could grow every one
Enormous Christmas cactus, blooming bright red
African violets with special lights overhead
Strawberries and veggies she didn’t even eat
For any plant, grandma’s house couldn’t be beat.
More than just plants, she raised a strong daughter too
Who always does the right thing to do
Who’s caring and thoughtful and kind to all creatures
Who’s influence from grandma is more than her features
Though we will miss grandma, her legacy lives on
In the caring strength and beauty of our mom.
(An Elegy Poem)