ELVA "MARIE" CHIARA

Let me see if I remember the words my mother said, when she calmed my broken heart that day, when I worried about death. Snuggled tight between my siblings when my tears began to fall, we were leaving my dear Grannimoms And mom noticed it all. "Mommy, she can never die, but I know that cannot be!" I recall how mom just took my hand And somehow stopped my sobbing. Today is now a different day, and these are different times; all these years I´ve had my Grannimom through many of life´s...

Once I had a Grannimom who´d jump and laugh and play, and run around with all of us and liven up our day! She´d rush by and before we knew she had composed a plan, with organization of her own to busy little hands. Now I have a Grannimom Who sits a´rockin chairs, She knits and pearls and hugs the girls and sews them underwear! She teaches and listens, her eyes will glisten at all she´s come to know; such a crazy world around Grannimom yet still she seems to glow! She may now move slower, But...

once upon a time ago In a town not far away, There stood a cozy little home Where all the children play. There was always pie and ice cream, Scents of coffee and fruit trees; A little blonde girls haven Where she always loved to be! `Twas the house that she called " Grannimoms" Just in front of her daddy´s´. It was there she learned of nursery rhymes And to pluck piano keys. There were afternoon trips to the beach And drives to the duck pond; Such fun singing along the way together with...

I have 3 beautiful poems about my dear grannimom that I would love to post here to share how wonderful my childhood was. Because of her. Love, Eeva

Happy Birthday Grannymom! I saw a beautiful butterfly today. It made me think of you. :) Sending you and poppa hugs. Love you and always reminded daily of how much I miss you.