Hug Your Grandma
Hug your Grandma just a little bit longer,
Tell her you love her, every time you see her,
Hold her just a little bit longer, precious moments,
You never know if there will be enough time.
Hug her while she still knows you,
You know you’ll never forget her,
Part of you comes from her,
You never know how much time you have.
Smile and kiss her hand, she always makes you happy,
Her love is unconditional, she has earned your love.
Hug her now, hug her tight, while she still knows you,
It’s time to thank her, spend some time with her.
Grandma pioneered here, did you know?
Grandma pulled plow here, did you know?
Grandma cooked for fourteen, did you know?
Grandma had eleven children did you know?
Grandma never said that, did she?
Grandma thought she didn’t need to
’Cause she was busy being Grandma
Her recipe’s in the mulligan stew.
So hug your grandma a little bit longer,
Make your hug a little bit stronger,
Thank her every time that you see her,
Tell her I love you, listen to her purr.
Hold onto her a little bit longer,
And do for her a little favour,
Do for her as she always did for you,
Ease her burdens if just a little bit.
Go ahead. Hug your Grandma. Don’t make her wait.
Traditionally, when I was wee little, grandmas were remote beings; mine was stiff backed and stern. They sometimes came, they sometimes stayed, for a little while; always strong willed, sometimes bossy, sometimes made mothers cry. But they lived in harsh times, requiring harsh strength. Breaking land was back-breaking work.
But while the next generation had it a little bit easier, those grandmas never shook off the harshness, and they used it on their kids because they wanted their sons and daughters to be a little bit stronger; and the grandkids, too. Love was never mentioned. Even so, grandma always saw things right, and was always full of sound advice. And always there for you.
And even harsh grandmas require love. And though they may be taken by surprised by a warm and loving hug and an I love you Grandma, be assured that the experience will melt her heart, just a little bit, the while she shakes it off with a gruff scowl and a harsh Oh you!
So do for her as she did for you. And thank her with some love.
Here’s hoping your grandma was the soft and silken kind who knew love and gives love.
Go ahead, hug your grandma, just a little bit longer, each time.
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PS: My friend and fellow blogger Marianne of https://alongthesideoftheroad.wordpress.com/
referred me to Daisy at https://daisywillows.wordpress.com/about/
From there I picked up this, another point of view, a little more contemporary, from a grandkid:
http://www.gabvine.com/this-kids-love-letter-will-make-you-tear-and-hug-your-grandma/158283
ALSO, here’s a poem I found while searching for a picture for this column, and no, the lady in the picture is not my grandmother:
Grandma’s Hugs Are Made Of Love
Submitted By: Beverly Faith
Everything my grandma does
is something special made with love.
She takes time to add the extra touch
that says, “I love you very much.”
She fixes hurts with a kiss and smile
and tells good stories grandma-style.
It’s warm and cozy on her lap
for secret telling or a nap.
And when I say my prayers at night
I ask God to bless and hold her tight.
Cause when it comes to giving hugs
my grandma’s arms are filled with love!
-Author: Unknown
From: http://www.scrapbook.com/poems/doc/9056.html
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