Grandma, I never met you, because you’re four greats away,
But someday I hope to,
in the hereafter.
You delivered dozens of babies
After finding Christ’s church, crossing the Atlantic, and then crossing the plains
And then Brigham Young asked you to be a midwife.
I think of all the impossible you made possible through faith and grit,
And I pray I can become a fraction
Of the woman you are
When the tasks ahead of me seem to grand to undertake.
But someday I hope to,
in the hereafter.
You delivered dozens of babies
After finding Christ’s church, crossing the Atlantic, and then crossing the plains
And then Brigham Young asked you to be a midwife.
I think of all the impossible you made possible through faith and grit,
And I pray I can become a fraction
Of the woman you are
When the tasks ahead of me seem to grand to undertake.
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