My dear grandmother
She was unlike any other
She had painful knees
To God she made pleas
Her arthritis hurt a lot
She rubbed on some Icy Hot
At bingo she had fun
She trusted in God the Son
She showed her love with food
Gramma cooked regardless of her mood
I cherish my memories of her
“See that!” is part of my lexicon so dear
We used to talk by phone every day
Her absence makes me full of dismay
I long to kiss her on the cheek
And receive a hug so meek
She had a strong Catholic faith
For most of her life, she had good health
Gramma’s Polish food was the best
Better than all the rest
How I long to eat her homemade galumpkis
And her pierogis
She loved watching the Pirates play baseball
She cheered at the pitcher’s fastball
She was proud of her Polish ethnicity
Gramma loved polka music decidedly
I miss and love you as much as the stars in the sky
God took you home, I know that but I still cry
I will be reunited with Gramma in heaven one day
Until then I’ll reminisce and pray
by Zachary Uram
(C) 2024
Zach Uram's Blog 
One response to “Irene Uram – My Gramma”
Our dear Gramma! I love her very much too. She meant the world to me. I think she was one of the best cooks I ever knew. I remember walking into her house and she was sitting in her living room chair and she yelled, “Hi Vi!” Gramma was always very happy to see me and you and Tanya! I love her and I miss our dear Gramma more than anything!
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