In her favorite chair with her knitting
Cousin’s Christmas stocking done, just one sitting
You get a brownie
But promise, no pouting
About her children, she was so proud
In her house, friends were always allowed
For fifty-plus years, a loving, devoted wife
Gone at 75, too short was your life
Her youngest son, ride cowboy ride
I’m in trouble, “You see my eyes?”
Georgia football Saturdays listening to Munson
Don’t beat Tennessee, season means NOTHING
Those famous big-rimmed glasses
Teaching neighborhood swimming classes
Going uptown to do her nails
Then to post office, gotta get the mail
Trips in back of station wagon
About her grandkids, she’ll be braggin’
Gave her wisdom for years in school
Didn’t take no crap, ’cause mama didn’t raise no fool
Eating pizza, did you see her NOSE?
How big it really was, God only knows!
Weekend campouts on the couch
That’s what Grandma’s house is all about
My grandmother passed away in March 2005 after a valiant fight with leukemia. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about her and all the great times we had at her house in Georgia, sitting around the table at Christmas or Thanksgiving, sitting in the living room around the white Christmas tree, sipping on sweet tea by the pool during the summer, or listening to Georgia Bulldogs football games on the radio as only the legendary voice of Larry Munson could describe them. I still miss her and always will, but whenever I start feeling sad I remember all the funny times we had and all the lessons she taught me growing up. This poem is a tribute to her amazing life and every line in it is true.
I love you grandma and miss you SO MUCH!! God bless your beautiful soul. Every day I think about you and I’m looking at your picture right now. Sleep well and Go Dawgs!! I can still see your eyes, they’re so pretty.