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.