I ran across this poem the other day, and instantly fell in love with it. While I am in the middle of being a mother---and loving every minute of it---my own mother and mother-in-law have a very special place in our lives. And they offer that one-of-a-kind-only-a-grandmother-can-give love to our sons (and all of their grandchildren!).
This year abroad has really pushed all four of us to grow in ways we never imagined. Although we cannot rush the kind of wisdom that only comes from years of experience---my hope is that we try.
WALKING WITH GRANDMA (or grandpa!)Her steps are short like mine.
She doesn't say "Now Hurry Up,"
She always takes her time.
I like to walk with Grandma,
Her eyes see things like mine do -
Wee pebbles bright, a funny cloud,
Half hidden drops of dew.
Most people have to hurry,
They don't stop and see.
I'm glad that God made Grandma,
Unrushed, and young like me.
poem by Thena Smith.
Happy Mothers and Grandmother's Day!
A lovely poem, thanks for sharing. That looks like the path to The Dying City? If so what a shame it was raining or did you still get fantastic views.
ReplyDeleteWe have been there so many times with guests as only about 45 minutes from us.
LindyLou: what is the actual name of the dying city?
ReplyDeleteCivita di Bagnoregio is the name of the place I am thinking of.
ReplyDeleteLindyLou: YES! We were bummed about the rain, but so happy to visit! My husband was a student/grad student stationed there (architecture). GREAT to see a place that inspired him so...
ReplyDeleteIt must have been wonderful to study architecture in Italy.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the lovely poem, Janelle! The time we spent, arm-in-arm with gallant grandsons will always touch our hearts!
ReplyDeleteLove,
Oma