This is the poem I read at the service. It reminds me of Grandma a lot. I used to go to her house before school but in winter it was dark and I didn’t like the dark street corner. So Grandma would stand at the dinning room window waiting and watching me. She’d wave and after she saw me wave back she’d go put the kettle on and unlock the back door.
The Watcher
by Margaret Widdeman
She always leaned to watch for us
Anxious if we were late,
In winter by the window,
In summer by the gate.
And though we mocked her tenderly
Who had such foolish care,
The long way home would seem more safe,
Because she waited there.
Her thoughts were all so full of us,
She never could forget,
And so I think that where she is
She must be watching yet.
Waiting ‘til we come home to her
Anxious if we are late
Watching from Heaven’s window
Leaning from Heaven’s gate.
For everything we shared,
The dreams, the laughter,
And the tears,
I love you with a Special Love
That deepens every year.
Thank You Grandma
Xx
Jennie
26th January 2021