My Grandma

 

Sitting on that old armchair,

Near the fireside over there,

Is my Grandma, quiet and calm,

Holding the rosary in her palm

Caring for, all through her life,

As a mother and as a wife.

In this house thus she has spent

Her helping hand, she’s always lent.

With all my reverence do I bow,

To the one, as peaceful, as a dove.

Together, we all do thus pray.

Her blessings, with us, should always stay.

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This short rhyme was written in 1982, about Pàti, my paternal grandmother. She stayed with us in our small home from 1966 till her death in 1986. She was a woman who had been through a Riches to Rags to Riches life and the stories she narrated to us will remain embedded till my last day.