On the porch she sits, telling us stories from her life,
Times and places of difference, tales from long ago.
She likes to knit watching life go on around her everyday,
Playing games with the children, watching a show, baking.
She does not walk the same, as once when she was a younger lady,
Eyes that do not see the same wear glasses that make scenes clear.
Hair of a color so different from the dark, flowing that once was,
Aches and pains from a lifetime of once energy and much play.
Grandmother, you were once a young girl just like me, a picture i see,
You have had such a life from many stories sitting on the porch, told to me.
You are grandmother, one day i shall be like you, telling stories of my own life,
Different times, I will age and have had a life, I will be one day grandmother.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Such wonderful post I miss my grandma she passed away last year.
Very beautiful Keith! I love that gentle observance of the grace and also pain of age. The quiet knowing that we will all fit into that space eventually. This was very beautiful.
Thanks always
On Mon, May 18, 2015 at 9:02 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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How did you know grandma loved to knit, bake, and tell stories? She feed you like every other hungry kid that came to her door?
Thanks again
On Tue, May 19, 2015 at 10:59 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Cheers for the recent like of my poem. 50 for this piece eh. Impressive. I’d love that sort of engagement.
Love this! I can picture everything. My grandma has transcended to the other side and I miss her so. She made me the person I am and she will always be precious to me.