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A Grandmother’s Love

Memories I have

You holding my hand

Crossing the street

Looking left and right

Counting acorns and

Pine cones on the ground


Being together

Sitting at the table

Family, food, fun

Your presence was everything

We still share time

I talk to you every day


Your love was

Kind, generous, understanding

You were fearless and wise

A gentle and quiet spirit

Beautifully made

Woman of God


Your love is

Instrumental in who I am

But I am just

A splinter of who you were

Memories of you

Forever live in me


©️2019 CSNelson, #dontforgetthehalf

Painting by Larry “Kip” Hayes: “Granny & Me”
Daily Word Prompt: memories
FOWC: instrumental
Word of the Day: splinter


You know, writing about myself has always been a challenge. It's not that I'm unsure of who I am but rather I like people to discover me on their own. I will tell you this much - I'M REAL! I guess that's all you need to know for a first approach; stick around and you'll understand the power behind that statement. What I do is another story! I embrace life hoping to live my purpose as a mother, daughter, sister, confidante and friend; I laugh, cry, and support; I admire, like and love; I listen, read and write. Most importantly, I have faith and thank God for all of me. My intent is to inspire others using my gifts and "Don't Forget the Half" reminds me to cast nothing aside. Want to know more? Discover along with me as I live my life out loud.

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