After a long day’s drive she arrives at our house
Still looking fresh in her pressed pants and blouse.
Bearing tins of fudge and cookies in her hands,
She tells us there’s still more in the back of the van.
She offers us each one before she stacks them on the shelf,
Even though we know she really wants one herself.
After helping Grandma and Grandpa unpack, the girls sit down to chat
While Grandpa goes into the living room for his typical nap.
We catch up on the latest gossip and news
And then a detailed description of Grandma’s last party ensues.
Whether an outing with the ladies dressed in purple and red;
Or a dinner party with friends and its abundant spread;
It might be her new project with a needle and thread;
Or a fancy new twist on delicious nut bread.
She describes every last detail down to the arrangement of food on the plates
Including, but not limited to, the color of frosting on the cake.
We sit there and wonder how she could recall such detailed decorative style,
While sharing with each other knowing looks and smiles.
Over the course of their stay we share meals and love;
It always seems to be over before it’s begun.
Grandpa will have helped dad with a wood project or two;
Grandma will have gone shopping for more fabric in navy blue.
A game of monopoly or checkers was always in order
With Grandma always mysteriously maintaining the highest score.
Even with a simple game of Go Fish or Gin,
Grandma could never stand to let anyway else win.
Sometimes she’d teach us to knit or crochet,
Laughing hysterically when Emily’s scarf looked like it was trying to get away.
Memories of sewing an apron and cross-stitch come to mind,
Watching Grandma’s steady hands as the thread would unwind.
She also always loved to help us prepare
For graduations or parties, social affairs.
Though once I remember I began to despair,
For she had gotten her comb-curling iron caught in my hair.
But she loved to help as only a Grandma could;
Or, dare I say, as a Grandma should.
Now at holidays and gatherings it will be up to you and me
To provide the scrumptious pies and snowball cookies.
She will be missed at future graduations and weddings,
Even during scarf crochetings and needle threadings.
We’ll be waiting for her perfectly-timed Hallmark card and $5 on laundry day
Or when we just need someone with whom to pray.
I’m abundantly thankful Grandma’s faith was so strong
As she called out with her last few breaths, “To Him I belong.”
It’s a little easier knowing she’s in a perfect place,
Filled with such pure, tangible grace.
I’m content believing she’s looking down from above,
Playing checkers with Jesus and dining on fudge.