My grandmother passed away in her sleep overnight.

I’ve been caring for her the past ten years. On Tuesday she woke up, reached out and held my hand and said, “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.” She was 98 2/3. She wrote this poem about me when I was very young.


Where did you come from little child
You who drive your parents wild
What seeds long past have had their day
In varied loves – to have their way

A child of fire – a child of flame
Contrary and wild but never tame
What does the future hold for you
Little devil tried and true

May it bring you all things good
Fame and fortune compassion too
Love and pity, joy and pain
Or your loved ones loved in vain

Bless you little devil child
Though you’re here to drive us wild
Without your fire we well may be
Untried and cold – we’ll wait and see