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Grandma's Hug
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I loved to sit on Grandma's lap.
She gave me the very best hugs.
A cuddle, a smile, and "I love you, Wouisy," --
Four words I miss so much.
I drove, one day, with an anguished soul.
Parkinson's disease, the neurologist said.
The future I dreamt of was now gone.
No words could calm the panic I felt.
Knowing what future could now be my own,
I vowed with strength to fight this disease.
Three weddings I plan to dance at some day;
My granddaughters will be counting on me.
"I need a hug!" I cried out to God --
Impulsive words spurred by pain.
A spirit appeared on the road just ahead.
I thought, ‘Someone was listening to me.’
Peace filled my soul as she entered the car;
Familiar arms gently pulled me near.
'I love you, Wouisy,' -- words felt, not heard.
I was on Grandma's lap once again.
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Gail! What a beautiful write, and I don't doubt for a minute that this is a true story. I have seen too many miracles myself to have any doubts. Thank-you for sharing this with us!
I have to tell you, if I hadn't been there, it would've been hard for me to believe it, lol.
Thanks for reading this and commenting on it. I do appreciate it!
Gail
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This brought tears to my eyes. I was very close to my grandmother and she died when I was 16. A few years later, I was in a large store and thought I saw a woman who looked exactly like her. The woman was a bit from where I was standing but I left my spot and ran to see her up closer. She had disapeared down an isle and I never did find her. I knew it wasn't my grandmother, just a woman shopping, very unaware of how she touched me that day. Your poem brought back those memories for me and I thank you so much for that. Great poem!
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vERY well done!
