by Barbara Combs Williams

Created on: August 18, 2009

Grandma

I never saw you, or sat upon your knee
But all the older ladies at church, declare
That I look just like you, with that smile
They tell me I am the spitting image of you

Daddy says I have that same look about me
Mama says I don't, but maybe, just maybe a little
There's one old picture that I run my fingers over
Trying to get a feel for what it must have been like

Your day was many a long decade ago
You must have been young and in love, at least once
You had many children to love and raise up
You were a woman, a mother, and a wife like me

I know I never met you, but I feel, I know you
I never saw you, but when I look in the mirror
I see you standing off to my right shoulder
Giving me the strength to be my own woman

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