My husbands sweet and spunky
passed home to Heaven
I first met her on a Saturday afternoon
thirteen years ago in Southern Missouri.
On that day I was introduced not only to
my husband's infamous gardening grandparents
but also to their home, smelling of fresh baked bread,
their garden, of which I had no idea what I was looking at,
and their hospitality, they welcomed me as if I was already one of them.
The memories I have of Grandma
are filled with sweet and spunky moments.
And since she passed Forsythia bushes
and a certain orange pot along to us
we can remember her in this way each Spring.