I would like to share a few of her poems that really touched me.
My grandma was the mother to 6 girls and 2 boys - and a wonderful mother she was.
They are gone now,
All six of them
With red-gold curls
My mother told me
"Enjoy them while you may,
For time is short and each
Will have her wedding day."
So I listened
To laughter and song
Taught them to sew and cook
To pray and read a good book.
And surely they went
One by one.
Each has followed her star.
And this mother is glad
They are what they are.
In dreams you live
I take your hand
I hear your voice
I see your eyes
I see your smile
And I am happy
A little while.
Then morning comes
The dream is gone
I am bereft
-1989 after the death of her husband, Ivan
Then vanishes - perhaps into the sunshine.
In that brief came the children to be kissed
And loved and subtly guided; each a rare wine.
There were the sun, the moon, and the stars
The wind, the snow and the rain,
Where we faltered there were the hands
That reached out to help us again and again.
There were the tasks to be done, the flowers to pick,
The songs to be sung and the care of the sick.
For there was a mist that had merged with mine
And we were carried over in a time
That was briefly ours.
Suddenly it was wrenched away and carried afar.
Someday I'll find it - perhaps entwined around a star.
Love you, Grandma and I'll miss you.