“Her children arise and call her blessed…”    Proverbs 31:28

The following poem is shared in memory of my Granny, Peggy McNeel, who passed away peacefully in her sleep on March 26, 2010.  I wrote this poem for her three years ago.   She leaves behind three children, nine grandchildren, and 14 great-grandchildren. 

 MY GRANNY’S HANDS

When I think of you, Granny, I think of your hands,

Hands that have worn well with time.

Hands that show loving, serving and giving,

Hands that have often held mine.

 

I distinctly remember them wiping my tears

When I was just two, maybe three,

They found handy a tissue and held me close,

They calmed and gave comfort to me.

 

I always felt special when your hands held mine,

Or patted or gave me a squeeze,

And through the years I’ve come to find

Your hands are more precious than ever to me.

 

Your hands have shaped cookies, made biscuits, stirred gravy,

Snapped beans,  peeled potatoes – they’ve never been lazy!

They’ve patched, washed and pressed, sewn buttons, fixed hems,

Gathered food from the garden and eggs from the hens.

 

Your hands have held books and babies and bibles,

Reached out warmly to guests upon their arrivals.

Your hands have served others, and helped many needs,

Giving testament to your kindness through their many good deeds!

 

And the music they’ve made!  Finding songs on the keys

Of the piano at church and at home with family.

Now at 93 years your hands have earned rest.

They’ve served and they’ve given, always doing their best.

 

They’re larger and older than they used to be,

But they’ll always be beautiful and special to me.

Yes, they’ve worn well with time and survived life’s demands,

When I think of you, Granny, I think of your hands.

 

    I think of Granny often when I’m studying the bible because she’s a wonderful example of how Christ taught us to live. When I read through Proverbs 31:10-31, I’m amazed to see that each verse describes her in some way.

 When Granny lost most of her eyesight and was unable to do many things that most of us take for granted, she didn’t become depressed or resentful of her situation.  Instead she called upon the teaching of the Serenity Prayer and gracefully accepted her fate.  She gave praises for the life she lived and was grateful for all that she had. 

 If you knew Granny you would have loved her, and she would have loved you, too. 

The Serenity Prayer

May God grant us serenity for things we cannot change, courage to change the things we can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

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