GrandAngel

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
Grandmothers are beautiful angels X

Submitted: March 06, 2010

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The garden is flooded with light rays. White butterflies with sunshine smudges flit around the garden, in between flowers like flying rose petals. The ancient mountain slopes above; protecting, watching, being. The garden is filled with the little things – a hopeful flower, a content bumblebee – that make life beautiful.
 
My grandmother sits quietly, smiling lovingly at me. The book in her hand is old and worn; well-read. Her short dark grey hair flicks at her ears in an organised fashion. Her petite glasses reflect the light, making them look beautiful and special. Her generous hands are wrinkled, but soft as a whisper. Her kind blue eyes sparkle delicately. The scattered pearls around her neck are precious.
 
She is nervous in the kitchen, but loves baking all the same. Birthdays are filled with chocolate, vanilla or sweet granadilla cake, whilst visits are shared over oat biscuits. She is constantly reading and enjoys discussing views and opinions on the books, articles or speeches that she has recently read. She is always admiring beautiful things and notices the tiniest details that mean so much. She inspires me with her dedication to helping; giving. She visits and spends time with people whose lives have been swallowed by poverty, children with no parents or family, people that cannot read or write and mentally challenged people whom need extra input and care. She is most involved, however, in a project focusing on empowering women. Helping people is a huge part of her agenda and she is passionate about her work.
 
I always think of her peacefully; comforting like sunlight, kind and inspiring like gentle butterflies. Like a wise mountain with deep roots, she is serious, solemn and unwavering. The flowers whisper to her trustingly. Through children and supporting the community, she is a nurturing spirit filled with love. She is understanding and forgiving, arms always open.
 
To me, she is a beautiful soul – contemplating the world around her, kindly smiling, sparkling in blue, peacefully thinking and surrounded by faithful angels.


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