Though I was only 8 years old when she died, she taught me so much about life. She was an artist and a writer and saw the world in such a beautiful way. She nurtured my creativity and had a designated art corner in her kitchen for the grand kids. That was my favorite place to be in her house. :) She grew up on a farm, raised by her grandparents and had a beautiful childhood. I loved hearing her stories and learning from her. I'm pretty sure she's the reason why I have such special connection and love of nature.
My grandma wrote beautiful poetry and after she died we found several hand typed copies of her poems. I love reading them and am finally getting around to typing them up! I want to make them in to a book. :) My absolute favorite poem of hers is titled, "June," Hence, the reason why June reminds me of her.
June
by Fay Johnson
If you should come
and I’m not home,
into the surge of
June I’ve gone,
among the new mown
hay to where
the fragrant smell of
June is there.
If you should chance
to lift my latch,
I may be among the
berry patch.
Or somewhere along
the columbine,
submerged by eye, by
ear, and mind.
Perhaps I’m seeking
the wild primrose,
or hearing the coo of
the morning dove.
I may be hiding in
the meadow trees
listening to its
birds and bees.
If you should knock
and I’m not there,
Remember that I’ve
gone to where
the month of June
with me will share
fullness of beauty
captured rare.
Oh how I love the month of June. <3
<3~Rachel
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