Grandma's Poem (Originally Posted: August of 2008)

This is my grandmother's poem which she sent me for my birthday...

My Secret Place
Lush wildflowers blanket this lovely scene.
A valley meadow with a swift running stream.
It gurgles and giggles and tickles one's feet,
Makes diamonds of sunbeams that dance in the heat.
The banks are studded with precious gems,
Where wild violets and lilies grace her hem.
Elves and fairies often play with me there
And I watched as fairies garlanded their hair.
Minnows and tadpoles frolicked in this stream,
While creatures often come here to drink and gleam.
Memories are ageless in my majic place.
Here God has taught me the secret of Grace.