Grandmother
Grandmother, her wisdom is an art
She shares so generously
Her words are golden threads that bind our family.
Were covered by a quilt of love it warms us like no other
God used the hands of one so dear
the one we call Grandmother
She shares so generously
Her words are golden threads that bind our family.
Were covered by a quilt of love it warms us like no other
God used the hands of one so dear
the one we call Grandmother
♠ ♠ ♠
I got this poem for my grandmother. I hope you like it!