It was my Grandmothers birthday a few weeks ago, she was ** years old. I got the train up back home to celebrate with her. For her birthday, as I felt that something personal was more suitable than a bought present from her grandson, I wrote her a poem.
You held me,
Hours old, your first grandchild.
You protected me from electrified fridges,
And helped steer me true.
Many influence along the way,
But I think some of my best bits,
However many there may be,
Originate from you.
A grandmother, a mother,
Who has led a family
With strength, a hug and a comforting smile.