work of art
is the warmth and love
of a Grandmother's heart.
in a language known only to the heart."
~John Held~
a human one I mean
a woman who portrayed to me
the beauty of a queen
her face was filled with character
that only years can mold
her smile held real sincerity
that shone as pure as gold
her graying hair caressed her head
much like a silver crown
the tenderness within her eyes
caused her to look renowned
I marveled at the way she walked
each step a work of art
old in years but all the same
so very young at heart
her countenance was sweetness
which fashioned heaven's key
and so I write this verse for her
in effort to disclose the little things
which made her seem to me
A Human Rose
~Ben Burroughs~
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rain fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again-
May god hold you in the palm of His hand.
We Love and Miss You Grandma
and Leroy Reid