Hungry, I listen to talks of past days
To remembrance of dances, suitors at bay I relish the stories of life's
great events Of one woman's success, of how she made sense
Her voice lifts and pulls and creates the view
The vision of Papa and Eckhart and others she knew
A picture of youth with all light ahead
A shadow of tension - at it's end she does dread
Her story so rich crammed with the fire
Known only by one whose soul and reach never tire
A rhythm of family, hers first then created
A thread interwoven of all now related
Her life is a dance still in flight in her eye
One who lived raw awake - not afraid to try
To set the next milestone then leap passed its sight
One who never indulged failure or succumbed to fright
Her story is noble - victory one day at a time
The velvet snake and magnolia a force not benign
She championed the right way while demanding
fun She tackled each moment seeing life just begun
The word grandmother seems small for her soul
A smile leader, soft prompter, inspiration her role
Offering love and fire and advice to the
end
She is a Grand Mother Grand Leader Grand Model Grand Friend
Whether pushing back doctors, dodging nuns or strange neighbors
She may reflect and ponder "Did I impart any favors?"
She may struggle and wrestle - "To them what did I give?"
And we shout - "To us Great Gammie, You taught how to live!"
