They talk about a grandmother's sphere,

As though it had a limit;

There's not a place in earth or heaven,

There's not a task to mankind given,

There's not a blessing or a woe,

There's not a whisper, Yes or No,

There's not a life, or death, or birth,

That has a feather's weight of worth,

Without a grandmother in it.

Lives of great women all remind us

We can make our lives sublime

And, departing, leave behind us

Footprints on the sand of time.

-Adapted from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow