Pankie is what her grandmother called her
Gretchen is what Momo Called her
Who knew so much spunk could come out of someone so small
Sassy, opinionated, determined, feisty.
Sounds like Pearl’s daughter to me
Number 4
That’s what the siblings call her
The day the Lord created the sun, moon, and the stars
She determines her own galaxy
Others orbit around her presence
One that draws you in
Whether that’s from her contagious humor
Or directness
You’re bound to get a punch line out of her
To them she’s the planner, the cook, and the “tell ya how it is sister”
One of the youngest
But stands so tall
You will know when Gretch arrives!
GQ
That’s what the folks in LC call her
Gretchen Quiett, that’s with two t’s
A name of prestige
I’ve only met one other Gretchen
That’s how unique she is
First Sunday
Choir Robes
Leading a Mississippi Mass Choir Song
Her kids standing on the second row cheering her on
As her palms ride the beads of the cabasa
Shh shh! Shoooka shooka! Shhh shh!
Yea that’s GQ alright
Mom
That’s what I call her.
Sometimes Mother
Because that’s what she called her Mother
Makes me feel closer in a way
Problem solver, disciplinarian, builder, provider, homemaker
You are my Everything.
I hope that on today, you know how much you are loved
What an amazing Mother you grew into
You are the Mother Momo prayed for you to be
You are the Mother I didn’t know I needed.
Tina, Josh, and I are so grateful to have a Mother like you
Love you Mom.
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