Making pictures from the clouds

I was looking up at the sky today after work and was reminded of all the times I looked for pictures in the clouds with my paternal Granny.  She is very old now and I don’t get to spend as much time with her as I would like, but I miss her and the way things used to be.  I jotted this down and thought I would share it.

Growing up, my granny’s house was my favorite place to be.

We would always start our morning with a nice cup of hot tea.

She played any game our minds could imagine.

We sailed the high seas and captured the dragon.

We went on adventures from her living room chair.

We could laugh, sing, get rowdy;  granny just didn’t care.

Sometimes Pop would grumble, ‘they’re getting too loud”.

Granny would giggle and say, “Let’s go find pictures in the clouds”.

We would then go outside and spread out a sheet.

And lie there close to granny to see what we could see.

She made the best chocolate pies with meringue on the top.

Then, she might prance through her kitchen riding a mop.

She loved to see our laughter, always wanted to have fun.

But even granny knew when the silliness was done.

Silky grey hair all scooped up in a bun.

There was a lot more to granny than just having fun.

She showered her family with unconditional love.

And honored her Father in heaven above.

You would often catch her kneeling by her bed lost in prayer.

She made sure that you knew, for your soul you must take care.

I hope she knows how much she means to each of us.

For me, she was an essential part of growing up.

All of my grandparents were incredible and every one of us knew how much each of them loved us.  I just happened to spend the most time with this particular granny and we were always very close.  From about 5 to 13, I spent as much or more time at her house than my own.  She is also the only one I have left!  I hope I am half as good a grandparent to my grandchildren as all of my grandparents were – I was very blessed!