My mother’s mother was a poet. I like to think I inherited my poet’s ear from her. We called her Nano. She was precious. She taught Sunday school for years and years—up into old age. When my sisters and I visited Nano we would attend her class on Sunday morning. My clearest memory is of flannel board lessons. I loved listening to her tell the Bible stories as she placed the colorful setting and characters on the flannel board. She touched many lives with her gentle, loving spirit.
Today I bring you one of her poems. It’s perfect for Mother’s Day.
Jama Rattigan is hosting Poetry Friday today at Jama’s Alphabet Soup. Her post is a beautiful and touching.