For Everything - A Poem to my Grandmother

A poem for you, grandma

A tiny token

Of thanks

For everything.

“Everything?”

Yes, everything.

No sooner could I enumerate all you’ve done for me,

Than I could fill the Grand Canyon with quick sand.

A poem for you, grandma

A tiny token

Of thanks

For everything.

“Everything?”

Yes, everything.

My sage

My mentor

My conscience

My spine

A poem for you, grandma

A tiny token

Of thanks

For everything.

“Everything?”

Yes, everything.

For caring

For staying

For fighting

For trying

A poem for you, grandma

A tiny token

Of thanks

For everything.

“Everything?”

Yes, everything.

You gave me structure so that I could grow

You laid down a path for me

In the woods

That I could find my way home

My ventures into the wood were indeed deep

My guiding light

Piercing the gloom

I’ve taken that path home.

A poem for you, grandma

A tiny token

Of thanks

For everything.

“Everything?”

Yes, everything.