Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Party hats and homemade cake

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. 


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