I remember Grandma Rose, <br /> With her bobby pins and <br /> Late night horror shows. <br /> <br /> Her sweet smile and disposition, <br /> She always made sure we had nutrition. <br /> Cakes and tea or apple pie for me. <br /> <br /> I went off to the war, <br /> She kissed my cheek. <br /> To see her no more. <br /> <br /> The years had passed, the war came to an end. <br /> I returned to her front porch in need of mend. <br /> She was long gone from this world. <br /> <br /> Even though I would never see her again. <br /> On the old front porch lay a bobby pin. <br /> I know she had prayed for my safe care. <br /> <br /> I picked it up knowing it came from her hair. <br /> It was all she had left me, that old bobby pin. <br /> I put it in my pocket, till we meet again. <br /> <br /> You were thoughtfull and had a kind face, <br /> But I know one curl is out of place. <br /> Till we meet again, Grandma Rose.<br /><br />Saint Eule<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grandma-rose-3/
