A sweet poem

WALKING WITH GRANDMA
I like to walk with grandma,
Her steps are short like mine.
She doesn't say "Now hurry up",
She always takes her time.I
like to walk with grandma,
Her eyes see things like mine do
-Wee pebbles bright, a funny cloud,
Half hidden drops of dew.
Most people have to hurry,
They don't stop and see
I'm glad that God made Grandma.
Unrushed, and young like me.


~Poem by Thena Smith~

I found this poem here:http://oldfashionedsimplyliving.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2011-05-23T12%3A01%3A00-07%3A00&max-results=10