Grandma

As she took her feeble steps One placed after another, Before she was my child's grandma She was my precious mother. Tired and old and back is bent From the many years gone by Her hair is gray and voice is low As she walks slowly by my side. In her eyes I still see the smile As she took so little and gave so much And the pain that she has received While she always gave me love. Clouds above us so pure and white As I look at my mother at my side I close my eyes and I see a new fallen snow And then I think, she's purer than white.