Would you let me bring my Winnie the Pooh?     
I need someone to love me.
I need someone to tell me
Everything will be o.k."

Grandma, will you help me grow?
Will you help me choose the right way to go?
I need someone to help me become strong,
when everything seems to be  going wrong.

I will need someone to believe in me.
And someone who will talk to me.
I will need someone who will pray for me.
And someone who will walk with me.

Grandma, when I become grown,
I'll look after you the way I was shown.
I will help you to remain strong,
when everything seems to be going wrong.

You will need someone to love you .
You will need someone to hold you.
And someone to tell you
Everything will be okay."

You will need someone to believe in you.
And someone who will talk with you.
You will need someone who will pray for you.
And someone who will walk with you.

So, Grandma, can I come live with you?
Would you let me bring my Winnie the Pooh?
Grandmothers are
just antique little girls.

The strings were tied, It was freshly washed, and maybe even pressed.
For Grandma, it was everyday to choose one when she dressed.
The simple apron that it was, you would never think about;
the things she used it for, that made it look worn out.

Grandma always made you feel
she had been waiting to see just you
all day and now the day was complete.

She may have used it to hold, some wildflowers that she'd found.
Or to hide a crying child's face, when a stranger came around.
Imagine all the little tears that were wiped with just that cloth.

Grandmas never run out
of hugs or cookies.

She probably carried kindling to stoke the kitchen fire.
To hold a load of laundry, or to wipe the clothesline wire.
When canning all her vegetables, it was used to wipe her brow.
You never know, she might have used it to shoo flies from the cow.

Grandchildren are the dots
that connect the lines
from generation to generation.

She might have carried eggs in from the chicken coop outside.
Whatever chore she used it for, she did them all with pride.
When Grandma went to heaven, God said she now could rest.
I'm sure the apron that she chose, was her Sunday best.

I miss you Grandma . . .

There's no place like home
except Grandma's.

A child needs a grandparent,
anybody's grandparent,
to grow a little more securely into an unfamiliar world.

What children need most
are the essentials that grandparents provide in abundance.  
They give unconditional love,
kindness, patience, humor,
comfort, lessons in life.
And, most importantly, cookies.
Our grandchildren accept us for ourselves,
without rebuke or effort to change us,
as no one in our entire lives has ever done,
not our parents, siblings, spouses, friends
- and hardly ever our own grown children.

Becoming a grandmother is wonderful.  
One moment you're just a mother.  
The next you are all-wise and prehistoric.

Grandmas hold our tiny hands
for just a little while,
but our hearts forever.

It is as grandmothers
that our mothers
come into the fullness of their grace.

You do not really understand something
unless you can explain it to your grandmother.

In loving memory of my Grandmother (Oma)
Grietje Kooiman – Van Zwol
* From, "One!The Journey hOMe", the book  by Klaas Tuinman M.A, ©2007-19
[1] ~Author Unknown
[2] -Grandma's Apron ~Tina Trivett
[3] ~Marcy DeMaree
[4] ~Author Unknown
[5] ~Lois Wyse
[6] ~Author Unknown
[7] ~Charles and Ann Morse
[8] ~Rudolph Giuliani
[9] -Grandma ~Unknown
[10] ~Ruth Goode
[12] ~Author Unknown
[13] ~Christopher Morley
[14] ~Proverb
MorningStar Inspirations
From Dawn Cove Abbey
Roadside Assistance For Your Journey Through Life