My grandma....


Registered User
Feb 1, 2004
Now years have passed and I've become what you helped me to be.
A woman who can brave the storms and use her love to see.
A woman who with tons of tears discovered in the middle
That I was big, but God had somehow changed you to be little.
I understand what "big" can mean in this old, changing world.
I remember how you cared for me and when I was a little girl.
I remember all those happy years and what you'd say and do.
And I use that memory now to do the exact same things for you.

A memory you no longer have,
But that's OK, my dear.
For now you're little, but I am big.
And you have nothing to fear.


Registered User
Feb 1, 2004
Had a bad day today, thank you for your poem, I realised that is the way I felt about my mum who was diagnosed in 1997 but sadly died in 2000.

Best wishes


Registered User
Dec 26, 2003
a brilliant poem.

I get so sad and at times angry that the greater my understanding of my mother and admiration of her capabilities the less chance there was that I could thank her and express my feelings. She died two years ago and I continue to be humbled by her.