4 Jan 2013


Painting by "Beep" my granddaughter.
a tiny hand
slips quickly into mine
a gentle squeeze felt,
as she looks up at me
eyes wide, full of concern
her grasp speaks for itself
small yet mighty
she steadies my faltering gait
with her love

photo and text © by Karen

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A little background for this post...
This disease often makes it difficult for me to walk, or even stand without faltering. 
Sometimes, I fall down. Over the past week, my symptoms have become more pronounced. I have fallen a couple of times. Unfortunately those couple of times were witnessed my 8 year old granddaughter. It scared her.
I decided it was time to tell what was "wrong" with me. In simple terms that she could understand, I explained why I sometimes fall and can't walk well. I was afraid that my explanation might make her more frightened, but it actually put her more at ease.

After our talk she painted the above picture for me, then we went out into the backyard to fill the birdfeeders.
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  1. Awww, that is so touching and adorable! Those little ones often understand a lot more than we think they can.

  2. You have a truly beautiful granddaughter. I love her compassion and caring and am confident that she learned it from you and from her mother. As you sow....

  3. Thanks for stopping in Inger and EC!

  4. That`s our girl. Incredible poem and I love her picture.


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