A cozy cotton quilt sewn, sweet pea,
Thirty squares of intricate needlework,
A puppy, a kitten, Gram’s handiwork,
Pinpricked fingers convey her love to me.
We need a latch hook rug to warm the floor
Step one, separate mounds of colored yarn
Sage for grass, burnt sienna for the barn,
Nothing welcomes like Gram’s homemade decor.
Beans and bacon waft from the crockpot,
Growling tummies ladle it into bowls,
Steam rises from cornbread and rolls,
Nestle it in a cloth napkin to keep it hot.
A pipe organ song lifts the spirit,
Sun hats, bowed heads, folded hands,
A message of God’s love and plans
Gram knows I need to hear it.
“Children’s children are a crown to the aged,
and parents are the pride of their children.” —Proverbs 17:6