I wrote this poem for my grandmother for her 90th birthday.
Grandmother’s Love
By Jessica Chase
My grandmother stitches love into everything she does.
Into blankets and poems, and songs and raspberry jam.
My grandmother’s fingers are callused from giving love.
I don’t think she’ll ever understand how grateful I am.
My grandmother plants love into everything she does.
Into cooking and baking and flowers and crystals.
My grandmother’s lips are callused from giving so many kisses.
I don’t think she’ll ever understand how grateful I am.
My grandmother writes love into everything she does.
Into books and lullabies and hugs and hearts.
My grandmother’s feet are callused from walking through 90 years.
I don’t think she’ll ever understand how grateful I am.
I don’t think my grandmother will ever understand how grateful I am for
Her wisdom.
Her strength.
Her spirituality.
Her friendship.
But most of all – her LOVE.
