In the dim and distant past,
When life's tempo wasn't fast,Grandma used to rock and knit,
Crochet, tat and baby sit.
When we were in a jam,
We could always count on gram.
In the age of gracious living,
Grandma's life was one of giving.
Author Unknown
Happy birthday Mum. I miss your slippers at the door and your wave over the shoulder.
