Grandma

She went through life quietly watching from a distance
Like viewing a play through a looking glass
A kaleidoscope of colors encased her
Hidden in the blooms within the grass
She was like a flower in the springtime
Her tears were like the rain upon the land
And she gathered her memories in belongings
Treasures, like diamonds in the sand.
Some people would say that she was crazy
A hoarder of garbage and such
Yet to her it was a collection of emotions
Recollections to reach out and touch
She was a jewel with her laughing and her smiling
As she would dig for buried treasure to find
Reminiscing for hours with her grandchildren
Nothing less than perfect, sweet, and kind
She was like a flower in the springtime
Her tears were like the rain upon the land
And she gathered her memories in belongings
Treasures, like diamonds in the sand.