God sent her from the heavens above
Rich with fountains of overflowing love.
Armed with patients, advice, and genuine care
Noted for her charitable heart, guided by prayer.
Dream to change her, we do not dare.
Mother of mothers to whom I present this
Ode with admiration and gratitude of the fullest extent.
Teacher of morals, pride, and respect
Hospitality escapes her, she knows not of neglect.
Ever so special in her own little way, she is so discreet that
Rays of sunshine, nor twinkles of stars could ever compete!
Lori Anderson
© 9/2/1995
I wrote this poem for my Grandmother, Alma Whisenant's 72nd birthday. I do my best work under pressure from time constraints! This poem was written the day before her birthday. This was before pretty designer paper, as far as I know/knew, so I typed it out and decorated the paper myself, and then framed it for her. I believe this was the same year my cousin Mark (the eldest grandchild) planned a surprise Birthday Party for her. It was at a restaurant in Granbury, Texas (the town she lived in) at the square, called "The Nut House". My aunt and uncle brought her there under false pretenses, which I believe was just a quiet after Church dinner. When they arrived, they pointed to the table we were all sitting at (it was a large group...she had 6 children and lots of grands...and several greats at the time) and said "Why don't we sit here with these folks?", to which she replied, "I don't want to sit there, I don't know those people!"...ha ha!!! ;) My aunt asked her to look again, and we all hollered "surprise!"...then she really looked and of course knew who we were...it was a golden moment! ;) I loved my Gramma so much!!! ;)
I wrote this poem for my Grandmother, Alma Whisenant's 72nd birthday. I do my best work under pressure from time constraints! This poem was written the day before her birthday. This was before pretty designer paper, as far as I know/knew, so I typed it out and decorated the paper myself, and then framed it for her. I believe this was the same year my cousin Mark (the eldest grandchild) planned a surprise Birthday Party for her. It was at a restaurant in Granbury, Texas (the town she lived in) at the square, called "The Nut House". My aunt and uncle brought her there under false pretenses, which I believe was just a quiet after Church dinner. When they arrived, they pointed to the table we were all sitting at (it was a large group...she had 6 children and lots of grands...and several greats at the time) and said "Why don't we sit here with these folks?", to which she replied, "I don't want to sit there, I don't know those people!"...ha ha!!! ;) My aunt asked her to look again, and we all hollered "surprise!"...then she really looked and of course knew who we were...it was a golden moment! ;) I loved my Gramma so much!!! ;)
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