Granddaughters for Evelyn

Granddaughters are a special breed

And when one calls me Granny,

There is a feeling in my heart,

Unique and so uncanny.

Eyes sparkle with such mischief,

Their hands reach up to me,

Then they race across the grass,

In a manner fancy-free.

They are such tiny miniatures

of mothers years from now,

I wish that I might shelter them

From death-dew on their brow.

Their tiny hands will labor

Too soon it all must start,

But just for now I cherish

Their laughter in my heart!

~written by Hazel for Evelyn

My Granny, Evelyn Laverne, went to be with Our Lord Jesus on Sunday September 26th. She touched so many lives and I will dearly miss her. I found this poem tucked away in one of my kitchen cabinets a few days ago. Granny gave this to me because she thought I might like to have it. I’m hugely sentimental and it meant a lot to me. I wanted to share it with not only my blog readers but I wanted it to be available to my cousin and Granny’s great-granddaughters (there are FIVE!). My Granny left behind a beautiful legacy.

Her children arise and call her blessed;
       her husband also, and he praises her:

“Many women do noble things,
       but you surpass them all.”

Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
       but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.

Give her the reward she has earned,
       and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.

Proverbs 31:28-31