A Poem for Grandmothers

You've watched your children grow into adulthood.

Some years ago you thought it would never come to pass.

Now, it doesn't seem so long ago.

The years have gone so fast.

Your role has changed, somewhat.

You're still a Mom but you're much more.

You may be a best friend to a grown-up Son or Daughter,

Then along comes this tiny person you will simply adore.

Somehow the curtain of time will lift and your memory will

take you back.

You pull out pictures and get lost to the present as you go through stack after stack.

You always meant to get them into albums but there were more important things to do.

Hopefully there are names and dates so you will know who's who.

Let's get back to the present, now.

New pictures to treasure but there is such a resemblance as we compare.

It's amazing how soon this little person is talking.

When they call, "Mommy," we answer and they may just stare.

We have to remind ourselves to answer to our new name.

One we're very proud to hear.

No matter if it's Grandma or Nana or one they have invented we'll think it is so dear.

We'll cherish the times with these little ones, for we know from past experience, in a fleeting moment they're all grown.

The hands of time keep turning but our memories live on.