I remember the days

I can still feel the warmth in your arms when the sound of pain hit the pavement of your chest

You never asked for words, or anything much or less 

I still remember your Friday night hamburger dinners and every meal you adorned in love 

Still never wanting anything in return 

Only quality time, your favorite chair and hugs 

You would sit and ask me to braid your hair 

Those were the times I remember most because all of my cares had left 

I remember the sound of your skirt when you walked into a room 

So elegant yet humble 

Everyone would recognize it was you 

Ms Mary they would say 

But to me you were like a mom 

A quiet respectful approach 

Never complaining only wanting what’s best for everyone

My babies you would say 

And all my fears would fade 

Oh, the joy of hearing an angel 

On a quiet Sunday morning 

Grandma you are one of kind 

A lady of wisdom, love, and a sound mind 

And I will cherish all of these moments 

Because you were mine 

Mine to love 

To hold  

To keep 

To laugh and smile 

To pray 

To sleep