Today is my grandmother’s birthday. A great woman you’ve never heard of who made a huge impact on my life. This is a little poem I wrote for her. Dedicated to Winnie Irene Woods, my grandma (1924 – 2012):
You were the first person i saw
You said my eyes were open wide
You told me i was furry like paw
You watched my first moments of life
How could i not love you
You yelled from across the street
You pulled me by the ear
You slapped my rebellious cheek
You instilled in me a Godly fear
How could i not love you
You played catch with me
You made blackberry cobbler
You moved earth and weeds
You are the perfect gardener
How could i not love you
You tickled the ivories
You sometimes sang along
You taught me about diaries
You inspired this song
How could i not love you
You laugh when we dance
You kiss me when we hug
You mend my torn pants
You are cooler than a mug
How could i not love you
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