For My Grammie

August 11th was my beautiful Grandmother's birthday. I love her so much. She has been one of my very best friends. She has endured with me through many, many different experiences. In her honor, I wrote her a poem. I love poetry. I feel like poetry defines your soul... well, my soul. I love to write. Anyway, I was finally able to give this gift to her last week. I wanted to post it in her honor...

Clay

You taught me to love
When
The world taught to hate

You taught me modesty and respect of self
When
The world taught me image is everything

You taught me to stand tall and immovable for right
When
The world taught swaying and being indifferent is correct

You taught me to look outside myself, to serve and love others
When
The world taught to care only about oneself

You taught me that the road to righteousness will bring hardships and struggle
When
The world taught that living “right” coincides with ease and luxury

You taught me to pray and rely on Heavenly Father
When
The world taught to rely on no one except oneself

You taught me, perhaps one of the hardest lessons to teach—faith
Faith in what my eyes cannot see

I have always been told that God molds us like clay, if we let Him
It seems as though you were molded long ago
And
For the longest time, you have been the instrument in Gods’ hands
And I the clay


Ashley Haws (11 August, 2008)
Dedicated to: My sweet, beautiful, most amazing Grammie. Happy Birthday!