Grandma’s Footprints

I wore Grandma’s shoes to Easter Service today. This poem was written after I’d reflected on those shoes.

Grandma wasn’t in church this Easter,

But her legacy was, still.

Grandma’s shoes, they led us there;

The family she built.

Sunday morning;

Easter lilies;

Jesus is Alive!

Grandma taught us all to pray,

Hosanna, in the highest!

Grandma and Grandpa used to skate.

They’d roll and stroll and dream.

I wonder if they dreamt of how far

the love they shared would reach.

The stone was rolled away, they taught.

We listened and believed.

Grandma and Grandpa’s legacy of faith—

A blessed legacy, indeed.

Grandma— We all miss her so, you see

Her song, her laugh, her grace

So many things we love and miss

on this side of eternity.

Grandma went to Heaven;

We imagine the beauty she beholds.

She sings and skates, worships and prays,

Along the crystal shore.

Easter Sunday- ruffles and lace;

Pretty dresses, coats, and ties;

Grandma’s shoes still lead us there;

A guiding footprint from the skies.

Grandpa loves his sweetheart so;

He puts on his Easter coat and tie.

Grandma’s home and she patiently waits;

The end of his ministry drawing nigh.

Grandma’s footprints go beside him;

Her faithful steps we still see.

Her support and submission evident;

A Proverbs 31 woman, we have all seen.

“How beautiful are the feet

of those who bring good news.”

Grandma’s footprints continue to show us

The Good News of Eternal peace.

Happy Easter, Grandma and Grandpa Bliffen

Your loving granddaughter, Sarah

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