Her Voice Speaks Silently

I looked up to you long before
I knew your name was Edna May.
Back then you were merely Grandma,
mine from that very first day.

I'm eternally grateful to God above
for blessing my life with you;
times spent with you-my favorite,
memories I'll always hold true.

My guardian angel-nudged by God,
I'm touched when your letters appear;
it's like you know I need you
and those letters help bring you near.

As a kid I longed to touch your hair,
much to your dismay;
I thought your hair was so beautiful,
perfectly combed and silver-not gray.

You were my connection to Mom,
and for that I am so thankful.
You've always left me feeling so special,
and my heart is eternally grateful.

You've gently touched my soul
since before I was even born,
always watching over me
and keeping my spirit warm.

You speak to me so silently
in spiritual words only I can hear,
and even when you aren't around-
in my heart I feel you near.

With my inner voice I call out to you
and I know you'll always hear,
and you'll say your daily prayers for me
as you lend a loving ear.

I remember wanting to run away,
as a little girl-straight to you;
I always felt safe in your arms
and your love-it felt so true.

Many have called you Mother,
Auntie, sister and friend;
but I call you my special Grandma-
my role-model 'til the end.

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Inspired by a twitter prompt
"her voice" by @writingprompt
and by my fabulous Grandma :)

(portions of this I originally wrote in 2009)