She taught me how to cook, <br />She taught me how to sew, <br />I have always thought of my grandmother as… <br />A rather strong woman, <br />Who could withstand the toughest wind, <br />Until one day they told me, <br />She had had two strokes and couldn’t smile again, <br />I know you may think “well she still loved you”, <br />But I cried until there were no more tears, <br />I wept until my body shook, <br />Because even though I knew she could feel it, <br />She could never show happiness again, <br />She could never smile, <br />She couldn’t spread her laughter, <br />Like she had before, <br />At first I was mad, <br />But that all changed very soon, <br />Because I became sad, <br />My grandmother passed away, <br />When I was a very small child, <br />I remember little but her smile, <br />And I hope that she is smiling down on me from above.<br /><br />Kathryn Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grandmother-5/
