My Grandma Ena

I don't know when it happened.
I don't recall when she came,
But she was always there,
Grandma Ena was her name.

She taught me how to talk.
She taught me how to tie my shoes.
Even though I don't remember.
But, she even taught me how to fish.

When kids at school would talk,
About their Moms and Dads,
I wondered where mine were my
Mom and Dad went to every day.


There were days I would cry.
Or hide my face in shame.
Grandma Ena took it in her stride
And loved all the more.

She would wrap her arms around me
and kiss me on the head.
She'd tell me that she loved me
when she tucked me into bed.

As a teen, I remember that I wondered
What it would have been like if I spent
More time with my Mom & Dad
Instead of with my Grandma Ena.

"tears in her eyes she always said,
"It's okay, It's alright" my little boy
One day you'll be happy for it
And see why life's not fair to all.

And when I went off to college,
I met the love of my life,
I wanted Grandma Ena to be,
The first to meet my wife.

And when I became a father,
I would have given all I had,
For Grandma Ena to know
My greatest news.

I owed so very much to
My grandma Ena for what
She had given me was plain
To see by all.

But she had passed long before.
As my life grew short, I wished
To tell her just one more thing,
"Thank you so much, Grandma Ena."

That is what I would say to her,
For loving me and making me,
The man I had become.
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