Grandma's Gift
I don’t remember Grandma,
(She died when I was three.)
but I always think of her,
every time I see
my little figure skater
dancing on our tree.
My skater’s dressed in purple.
How did Grandma know
that’s my favorite color?
(She made it long
ago.)
I don’t remember Grandma
but I feel her close to me
when I see my skater dancing
on our Christmas tree.
©Linda Kulp Trout
This poem is a work-in-progress, but I wanted to post it today in memory of my grandmother. It's been more than thirty-five years since my grandmother made each of us a little beaded figure skating tree ornament. Mine danced on our tree every year as a beautiful reminder of my grandmother. Sadly, a few years ago, my skater mysteriously disappeared. I searched and searched, but she was no where to be found. Our Christmas tree hasn't been the same without her.
Last week, I was telling my sister how much I miss my little skater. Within a few minutes, my sweet sister sent me a picture. I was happy to see that her skater is exactly like mine. Although it is not the same as having my skater on the tree, at least I can look at the picture and remember.
I'm glad my sons were old enough to get to know my grandmother. But even if they had been too young to remember her, the little skater would tell them something about who she was.
A big thank you to my friend, Buffy for hosting today's Poetry Friday.
Wishing you and yours love, health, and happiness!
Happy Holidays!
