Grandmother Poems | God’s Gift of Angels

God’s Gift of Angels
(Grandmother Poems)

She rocks another baby
hums an age old lullaby ..
She hopes no one is watching
as with thanks, she starts to cry.

Remembering the time
when the babies were her own ..
And her mother told her gently
too soon they would be grown.

Lots of bedtime stories,
skinned knees, and tears to dry ..
Teddy bears, toy trucks and dolls
and kites up in the sky.

First days of school, first loves
the proms, the wedding days ..
Sand castles and snowball fights
and teaching them to pray.

Now, as she holds her grandchild
and gives thanks unto the Lord ..
She knows to be a Grandma
is motherhood’s reward!