When I mature
and finally get my first strands of wisdom hair,
I hope so deeply to be a woman like you
I want to be as loving as you
and grace my grandchildren like you do
I want to care for my husband
with a friendship as true as you and Grandpa's,
which is so hard to find, these days
And I want to raise a daughter
as well as you raised my mother,
so that her children can be blessed, as much as I am
I want my edges filed down
into patient corners
for your composure is inspiring, and I want to be like that
I hope my cookies are as sweet
and my laugh is as lovely
and my knitting is as neat
as yours is
i hope my husband is as wonderful
and thoughtful, as Grandpa
and I'd love to play the bass
or learn something new, like you
And I am so blessed, to have a Grandma like you
and to know you're thinking of me
even from far away
And I want you to understand,
how deeply I admire
your heart
and how you serve without constraint
and I hope that I will be like you someday
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