I dedicate this poem to my paternal Grandma. She’s coming up on her 90th birthday later this year.
Three times a day
She kneels to pray
Her intersession to heaven sending.
A list she’s made
For those she’s prayed—
Her posterity she’s lifting.
I asked her once
How to become
Like her in her gift.
“I pray three times a day,” she said.
“And when someone comes to mind.”
My Grandma’s prayers have carried us
Through many ups and downs and trials.
Our family’s had our share of heartache,
Woes, and broken dreams.
But every day she prays for us,
Her prayers weaving together the frayed seams.
Someday soon Grandma’s going to go
Back to her home in heaven.
I hope that she can teach me
How to pray like she does,
How to reach the heavens.
And when her time on earth is done
I hope she’ll come back and say,
“My child, I’ll teach you what I know,
So you can also pray.
Not just the rote prayer mind you,
The ones that hit the ceiling and no more.
The kind of prayer I mean
Are the ones that knock on heaven’s door.”
I hope someday I’ll be like Grandma,
Connecting earth to heaven.
Just like Grandma’s prayers have carried me,
I hope to carry others too.
Oh dear Grandma, I hope someday,
That I will be just like you!
I love you, Grandma!
~Thoughts From A Mother’s Heart