A Thousand Little Ways

I wrote this for my grandmother, who suffered from a severe, quick onset of dementia last fall. She raised my sisters and I after our mother walked out and for that, I am forever grateful.

I will remember in a thousand little ways

the home you made

the lives you changed

I'll stand in your rays forever

I will remember in a thousand little ways

your amazing faith

your boundless grace

you made the world seem better

I will remember in a thousand little ways

to stand up straight

to keep the hair outta my face

all the days we spend together

I will remember in a thousand little ways

all the songs you sang

the joy you brang

you're our family's greatest treasure

I will remember in a thousand little ways

your words so tender

your love beyond measure..

But I wont remember

That you don't remember

Me.

Author's Note

Yes, I know "brang" is not a word... but she was a stickler for grammar and would continuously fix my words, I felt it was only right to leave that one out there for her to fix.. one last time.

Reviews

[Christine]

Think you brang this poem right out of your heart. Very direct and touching. Never had a grandmother, but looking forward to being one someday.

[A.marie.speaks]

Thank you!

[Autumn Lyric]

what a very touching sentiment and tribute to your grandmother! I can truly relate for my grandmother was the sweetest and the wisest person I ever had the pleasure of knowing. Thank you for allowing me to read this work and for taking me back to a memory that I will treasure forever.

[A.marie.speaks]

I'm so glad you enjoyed it and that it brought back wonderful memories for you! That is the very best part about writing..sharing it!

[Athea Marcos Amir]

Your poems are dark, mysterious, and interesting. Thanks for liking "To My Father on this 80th Birthday."
Athea

[A.marie.speaks]

Thank you!

[William Gardner]

Great! My grandma was my favorite person on earth and now is large part of my heart. Thank you

[Kelly Scheppers]

My grandmother was dearer to me than life itself. She suffered with Dementia, than died from kidney failure in a nursing home. I was hopeful to make it back home before she died, which I did, and I am now most grateful for the opportunity of saying goodbye to her.

Grandmothers are such an intricate part of our lives, and I really enjoyed how you infused that love into this poem and shared it with us!

Bless you!

[A.marie.speaks]

thank you! I'm so glad you could relate and enjoy it! I wanted to turn something incredibly heart breaking into something positive and full of love because she was always doing that, she never had a harsh word for anyone.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Mine made it to 92 wonderful years! She lost her husband when she was 54, and never remarried. Two of three sons passed before her. She was indeed a lady, and everyone called her "Nan".

[Patricia Wedel]

I love Kelly's comments. They compliment
your poem. My grandmother was the sweetest, dearest, most beloved.
her children, and grandchildren were her paintings and she the Artist...
Amen 🎨 Pat
truly, Pat