Running up the orchard path, freshly mowed by Grandpa,
your pigtails flying, face flushed pink, for Grandma’s bed you fled.
But once again the bed was bare, she'd bounded out before,
to bask in those moments of quiet as the sun began to rise.
Unique in the family you consider the challenge calling you today.
Bright brown eyes and a story to tell. No if-only’s from you!
Three precious girls and two grandmothers –
one great-grandma in her bright red coat, sent to welcome you here.
Farming a way of life, now part-time. That dratted bookwork!
You’d rather a toilet to scrub or a floor to mop.
Caring for others, it’s been what you do.
It is time, you say, to reconnect with you.
Scars open up revealing the wounds within.
The light shines through, healing you, healing others.
Tears in your eyes, truth in your soul,
you know in your heart you are firmly part of the whole.
18 years ago you lost her – Grandma, your refuge.
What would she say to you now?
Simply that she sees you, from this new place past the stars,
She loves you completely, sees your beauty, inside and out.
