My
thoughts return to yesterday,
about all of
the things my grandmother would say.
She
taught me many different things,
life lessons
already learned and what each
brings.
Spending lots of days
together,
visiting daily at her house during
sunny weather.
Teaching me patiently how to
cook,
how to prepare things, without looking
at a book.
Times spent going for
walks,
completely intrigued by each of our
long talks.
Willing to listen quietly to
me,
whatever each small problem then seem to
be.
Ways of making me feel good,
no
matter what I said she always
understood.
Telling jokes to bring a
smile,
certain to forget any troubles for a
little while.
How pennies fall from the
sky,
when I ask my grandmother she told me
why.
She said, “Angels toss them
down.”
from that day I picked up ever penny I
found.
When heaven's angels miss
you,
they toss a new penny down to see us
through.
Sometimes just to cheer your
day,
so you can be happy, and any frown goes
away.
But one of my favorite
tales,
was her wonderful story of the wishing
well.
Kissing a penny before my
toss,
hoping each time the magic would not be
lost.
Every time I see a wishing
well,
I am once more caught up in the magical
spell.
The days grandmother would
share,
gifts of her love for me and her
wisdom so rare.
© Brenda
Sparkman
February 24, 2007
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