Walking With Grandma

I saw this poem at the spring arts and craft fair I went to today. It would have been a good addition to the previous post about my mom.......So here it is.............Oh, and check out the picture of my mom and Danielle at Disneyland on the carousel, cute, huh!!!!

I like to walk with grandma,

Her steps are short like mine.

She doesn't say "Now hurry up",

She always takes her time.

I like to walk with grandma,

Her eyes see things like mine do -

Wee pebbles bright, a funny cloud,

Half hidden drops of dew.

Most people have to hurry,

They don't stop and see

I'm glad that God made Grandma.

Unrushed, and young like me.

~Poem by Thena Smith~