a frame full of meaning...

...belonging to grandma

once upon a day

she used to live with us - when i was a child - oh, about 7 or 8 - years old - if i remember - she'd broken her hip - needed to recover - our house was very - small and crowded already - what with 6 children - and 2 parents - but mama had to look after her

grandma added - a different dimension to our - home that's for sure - playing games with us - teaching german phrases - doing her needlework - which was so fine and - detailed - nothing done with a pattern - she carried these - little frames around - with her - speaking of her faith - simple, yet quiet - nothing "in your face" - about it - there was always a gentle beauty - about her and her ways - at least, this is what - i remember from - those long ago days - what is brought to mind now - those memories are the ones - which are making for...

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happy day.....