By Katherine Breanne Parilli
My Grandpa so lovable everyone does see.
For of the camera he has little fear,
smiling and playing for all the world to see
his love for me does openly share,
And my love for him all can see.
But my Grandma,
quiet and shy,
from the world’s eyes does hide.
Her face so dear to me,
remains to most a mystery.
Preferring the peace and rectitude of the background
she carefully and tenderly behind the scenes
to ensure my happiness.
Her acts of love and devotion
may escape the public eye,
as her tired hands jackets of love for me do sew,
my grateful hugs her only thanks.
And though the world shall never see her beautiful face,
her love for me I know that
time and distance will never be able to erase.