G.G.

G.G.

By Allie Marie

Bobby pin curls.

Never a gray hair on her head.

Always carefully fixed with box dye.

This was the woman I knew.

Puzzles books everday.

Oprah, news, and bowling on a static tv.

Entertaining her mind.

Keeping her up with the times.

Always at her daughters aid

who needed a bit more help than average.

Kept them safe and secure

in a time when fools would turn them away.

She took care of them until

she was in her 90’s.

A fall took you to a place

you would never want to stay.

But, there you lived with your daughter again.

You told the nurses you loved them.

They were caretakers and friends.

And only days before we lost you,

you taught your daughter Patti

how to count in Polish

in the wee hours of the night.

And, it’s been years now.

But, still sometimes it still strikes me.

My great grandmother, my G.G.

104 long years alive

with extraordinary quiet strength

that  I can only pray to you

I hope I have.

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