My Grandma

She was a sweet little old lady
With silver and white hair.
The strong bond of love
Was something we shared.

She lived out of state,
We saw her every chance we had.
She even would welcome brothers
And sisters of my Dad.

The times we had together
Were wonderful--I'd sit on her lap
And she'd read stories to me.
She'd knit and crochet things--I loved that.

We had fun baking together
In my "Suzy Homemaker" oven.
The cakes turned out great,
Everyone loved them.

We'd alternate holidays with
Dad's family and her.
Sometimes if we were lucky,
We'd ALL be together.

As she got older, she moved to our town,
To be closer to us in case she fell down.
We didn't know it, but she fell before she
Left home.  We have pictures of her wearing a frown.

We finally found out she had fallen
And broken her arm.  She didn't want to
Bother us, or get Mom alarmed.
We got a cast on it and soon it was good as new.

Grandma lived in an apartment
Close to where I worked, so we
Had lunch together every day.
We'd talk and laugh--happy as can be.

Then Grandma got sick--Alzheimer's
They said.  We tried caring for her
At home, but that didn't help.  So we found
A nursing home so she wouldn't wander far.

Mom and I visited her, and some
Out of town family too.
After a while she didn't know us--we kept going,
She was still family, what else would we do?