Under Grandma’s Wings
Grandma was a quiet woman
Sweet as the lilac bush
Behind her house
And when she talked
Her voice was soft
Like a whisper in the breeze.
I liked visiting grandma’s house
Knowing full well that
She always had a Bing
Or M & M’s in her middle shelf
Of her pantry
Just waiting for us kids.
When grandpa died
Grandma came to the farm
To live with us,
We liked having her
And every day she wore
A clean, fresh apron.
Grandma cooked a lot
Of meals for us,
Did lots of dishes
And helped mom with the laundry,
Wore her bonnet
When hanging clothes on the line.
Grandma was diabetic
And gave herself a shot of insulin-
Pinched her thigh to do it
Every morning at breakfast,
And I cringed every time
I watched her from the kitchen table.
She slept upstairs in the same bedroom
My brothers and I did,
Our room partitioned off
By a long and tall bookshelf
And during the night you could hear her
Using the port a –pot in the walk-in closet.
One evening grandma tripped
Coming down our stairs-
Landed at the bottom,
And dad had me hold her up
Sitting against the door while he put sugar
Under her tongue for her coma.
I felt so sorry for her
But she came through with nothing broken,
And I left home for the Navy that year
And grandma was still there
Having another downstairs fall later-
This time breaking her hip.
This time she was in the hospital
And then sent to the nursing home-
Dying a few months later
And I was saddened I couldn’t attend
Her funeral to see her once more-
To see and feel her sweetness again.
Grandma was 86 when she passed
And I felt lucky to have known her,
Thankful she had been there in our lives,
To feel her love, warmth and caring,
Though that left an emptiness in my heart—
Thankfully, I will always have her memories.