poem

Soon after I'd become a father,
For that I could hardly wait.
To have a child of my very own,
And to make my Grandma a "Great."

A little girl to share her name,
For all that she'd given me.
So much I owed to Grandma.
That was plain to see.

As time passed and life grew short
I hoped my Grandma knew
That it was her love and her support
That always got me through.

If I could tell her one more thing,
"Thanks Grandma," is what I 'd say,
"For loving me and making me
The man I am today."