Visions
Grandma Grace
She had an aura,
a luminescence,
a light glowing from within.
Providence named her Grace
for she had a way about her,
a spirit that showed forth
not so much in what she said,
though ministers
would call upon her
for prayer,
but what she did
and how she did it.
A sweet odor of sanctity
like a fragrance
of Spring flowers
floating on the breeze
remembered in tranquility
on a quiet Winter's eve
before a blazing, hospitable fire-
A reflected light of Glory!
Oh! Grandma Grace!
If I could press your hand
one more time
and kiss you on your cheek!
a luminescence,
a light glowing from within.
Providence named her Grace
for she had a way about her,
a spirit that showed forth
not so much in what she said,
though ministers
would call upon her
for prayer,
but what she did
and how she did it.
A sweet odor of sanctity
like a fragrance
of Spring flowers
floating on the breeze
remembered in tranquility
on a quiet Winter's eve
before a blazing, hospitable fire-
A reflected light of Glory!
Oh! Grandma Grace!
If I could press your hand
one more time
and kiss you on your cheek!
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Grandma Grace
Grandma Grace
