She took me in as a child, without hesitation,
She never had to give me an explanation,
She did not give birth to me,
But loved me as though she did.
She put curlers in my straight blonde hair,
She mended the holes in my plaid pants,
She sat with me while I was sick,
never leaving my bed.
She taught me of Jesus, although I didn't listen,
she told me Satan was real and wanted my faith,
She reminded me fighting with my brother was not nice,
even though I thought it was all his fault.
She listened to me when I had a broken heart,
When I didn't understand ALL boys aren't mean,
She took me to the mall to see my friends,
She gave me a curfew I thought was unfair.
She taught me how to sew and crochet at an early age,
planting a craftiness seed in me,
I taught her how to cross stitch later on in life,
One crafter teaching another.
My Mother's Day is about a short red haired woman,
Who loved me with everything she had,
She loved me for me...dings, dents, and all,
she showed me what the following scripture meant..
The goal of this command is love,
which comes from a pure heart
and a good conscience and a sincere faith.~ 1 Timothy 1:5
Her love for me was pure and from her Heart.
She was a simple woman..her family was so important to her
She believed in Jesus with all her heart.
My Grandma, Irene, passed away in 2006, I miss her all the time,
but her early teachings to me,
about our heavenly father,
has filled a very BIG hole in my heart..only one that He can heal.
Happy Mother's Day to the most special Grandma!!
I miss you, save a seat for me in heaven,
Where we can dance with Our King!