Grand mothers are sweet
Grand mothers are kind
But one such as her
You may again never find

She was no angel
Never pretended to be
But filled with pride
and such dignity.

Sitting in her lap
As I recall
Was always a treat
When I was so small

But as I grew
And became a man
There were things she said
I never understand

She was so gentle
Yet seemed so wise
Took me a decade
To finally realized

That all she wanted
Was for me to be
That special person
My own personality.

Now I am a grand father
Of a family of seven
I fully understand
The advice she had given

So I try very hard
A woman like her to be
Giving my grand children
Their own Personality

In loving memory of my grand mother Esther Ferguson[ 1897-1997] by Rastapoet