GrandMother: Lucky To Still Have Her...
Out of love from someone who honors and loves their Grandmother the flower of these words are for her ears that may not hear so well, her eyes which may not see so well, and her mind which may not remember so well.
Love seeks to honor her while she is still here in the flesh…
Love seeks to remind the others of the family tree about the treasure that they have in their Grandmother.
Remind them so that they start taking more time for her…
Start bringing the children over more to love her and not put more strain on her.
Underneath that gray hair, those wrinkled hands and that beautiful sculptured face, is one of the strongest and longest roots of the family.
Underneath all the aches and pains that she might complain about is someone who knows the family history, someone who survived some things that could teach even you, a thing or two.
Grandmother, the title alone demands immediate and constant respect from the family.
The title alone should be held in reverence…Disrespect should never fall off the lips of the fruits of her roots.
Children should be taught, parents should be showing them the way to honor and love Grandmother.
To be aware that she is the matriarch, the rock, and the one who is a living testimony of longevity in the family.
Find the time, find the love, she is worthy of the affections, the attention…Her title demands respect… She is not an ATM cash machine, she is a queen and you are lucky if you still have one.
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© 2013 Malik S Canty