Poetry by Alice
K. McGraw Martin
(Picture circa 1900)
I remember my great-grandmother well. She was a stately woman
with a very strong sense of family. One of my fondest memories was
receiving a pair of personally hand-knit mittens from her every year at
Christmas. She did the same for every one of her
great-grandchildren
- even after she had lost most of her sight. We all received some
amusingly mismatched mittens on those last few holidays.
She's
pictured here with Grampa McGraw and one of their babies. None of
us is sure which one. This is the only poem of hers that any of
our family members have managed to salvage.
Mama's Poem
