Built with tender hands and love for his daughter, she happily rocked through childhood. Then with tiny fingers wrapped around books, they rocked like her – smiles spreading across their soft cheeks. Adorable animals enhanced the white finish – charm never to be erased. As memories of her father flooded her mind like a scrapbook of Polaroids, Grandma watched her grandchildren with a full heart, for that special rocker embraced new generations with the gentlest rhythm of love.
With childlike fascination, I stood in the doorway, watching her apply a little powder to her face, a touch of red to her lips. But even without this process, her reflection was flawless. Can I get this moment again? This discovery of solace? She carried herself like a delicate rose – possibly the reason she cared for the garden like family. Beginning as a bride, she walked with grace, wearing satin and a smile, warming that Milwaukee day. She loved more than her heart was capable, and time helped to recognize the feeling, the power of motherhood, the joys, the heartbreak, the worries that never dissipate. I keep her words wrapped in clarity where their wisdom is readily available, and I long to ask questions that came much too late, to share stories of her grandchildren. She would delight in their tales. Perhaps, again someday.
Before my life began, your light
was growing dim.
You were going to Heaven. I wish you
didn’t have to leave because I never got
to meet you. I miss
you so much. I wish
we could’ve read and
played together. I wish I could’ve held your hand while we took a walk together… I can’t see your bright
smile that daddy told
me about or your pretty
brown eyes. I can’t hear
your voice, either, but I
know you’re my Angel in the skies. Sometimes, I want to visit Heaven just to tell you, “I Love You.”
(These thoughts are in memory of my
mother-in-law, Diane, who passed away in January 1991 – written from my young
daughter’s perspective, who was born later that same year. Of course, Diane never met our son, either, who was born four years later. And even though that was a long time ago, it still breaks our hearts that she never knew her grandchildren.) ❤