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HIS GRANDMA
His grandma was there when he was born…
or so his family told him.
After all the family had their turn, the story goes,
she was the last to hold him.
They tell him how his grandma held him in her arms…
how she gently rocked him side to side…
they tell him how she smiled…they tell him how she cried.
His grandma was there to teach him about life…how to love…and how to give.
His grandma believed a world of peace, love, and acceptance is where we we’re meant to live.
Even as they both grew older and spent more time apart…
his grandma’s arms and eyes and ears were always open to him…she called them the gateway to her heart.
He was there when his grandma died…
after his mom and dad…he was the last to hold her.
“I love you Grandma. I’m going to miss you.” were the last words he ever told her.
As he held her in his arms and gently rocked her side to side…
his family will remember how he smiled…how he cried.
For, as he held her that last time…
the same way she held him at his birth…
he wondered what life would be like if Grandmas ruled the Earth.
Through their eyes perhaps we’d see everyone as our sister and our brother…
Through their ears perhaps we’d begin to listen a little more to one another.
Through their open arms perhaps we’d find a world of peace…
without a need for war…or guns…
where children are not left without parents…and parents without daughter and sons.
Of course he can’t be sure what life would be like if, from the moment of our birth, the politics were different…
and grandmas ruled the Earth.
But what made him cry and smile that day
as he said his last good-bye
was holding her and thinking to himself…
perhaps it’s time we try.
