In Memory of GGF

I like to call Her St. Teresa
Because
Everything she did
Or said
Was so “saintly”
She was married
For 60+ years
He worried her sick,
Ran wild around town
Was ornery as all get-out.
She raised children
Who
Raised more children
Who
Created a plethora of children
Which rounded out the family tree
Her smile was
Kindness and beauty
Wrapped around a soul
That forgave and
Reminded us all of
Why we should wrap our hearts around God
Took care of her husband when
It seemed he was out for the count
Until he bounced back into the ring
Visited him everyday even when
She was forgotten like a missed errand
Yet it never crossed her mind to think of
Herself
Never forgot a birthday
Or a name
Or what she stood for.
Wrote letters up until the angels
Escorted her to the place
She’d been thinking about
Since he’d left her.
And quietly, she unlocked
Each of our doors at night
And silently snuck
Into our hearts
Reminding us of her,
Where we came from,
And how it all began.

In memory of Great Grandma Florence Roudabush

By Sarah F.E.