Growing up, a face is remembered. One with sparkling eyes that followed our play. Not hugs and kisses, it wasn't her way.
She gave from her heart the best she knew how,"SCARE EM" she'd say, when a bag of candy was given at the end of our play.
As we all grew older, so proud she was made, and a dollar we'd earn with each passing grade.
The older we grew, her concern for us did too. She didn't want us blue. Boyfriends and girlfriends could we find? She didn't want us left behind.
Haveing trouble finding someone to share? "LOOK IN THE PAPER, THERE ARE LOTS OF THEM THERE."
Then we were married and the greatgrand children came Then the spark in her eyes turned into a flame.
Anthony, the oldestest of this newest set, was pestered and poked to Oma's content. Now don't misunderstand he loved this little game, just fine, and returned the love to her EVERYTIME!
And in her last few days, the thing I hold most dear. Is the flame in her eyes when the children were near.
We all will now miss her, but in our hearts we will know. She's home and in peace, in the flame her eyes once did show.
Close to the Savior and Grandpa her most dear. Wanting us to remember the good of the years.
So be happy she is home now, where she wanted to be. And remember the good times and the things that were JUST SHE.
One of my earliest works....written by request for my grandmothers funeral.