Wednesday, September 24, 2008

That Was Grandma

by Stick

When two or three of us
Began to argue and contend
And it really seemed as if
It all would never end.
Someone had to step up
With a calming hand,
And help to settle differences–
That takes a lot of sand.
That was Grandma.

When others started talkin’
‘Bout their friends and their kin,
And a’runnin’ down their list of faults
Layin’ bare their every sin.
Then someone had to enter in
Sayin’ words both sweet and kind,
Recallin’ all their better deeds
To each listenin’ mind.
That was Grandma.

She loved to be a’ quiltin’
Or some such other chore
She wasn’t much for sittin’
She’d be up and out the door.
Whether tearing rags for sellin’
To old Jimmy down the street,
Or workin’ in the local church
In the cold, or in the heat.
That was Grandma.

Now Pat he liked her butter
Those frozen yellow cubes.
And when you said, “Pass the bread”,
It was like from a torpedo tube.
There was some as called her cookin’ strange,
When she stewed it in a pot.
But put on a little ‘twister sauce’
And it went down nice and HOT.
That was Grandma.

Now Grandma was a saver,
Didn’t cotton to any waste.
And didn’t matter what it was
From buttons to paper paste.
She got it honest from her father
He was a saver too
Wrappin’ up strings too short to use
And a box of leather shoes.
That was Grandma.

Now if you were a frettin’
‘Bout this or that in your life.
And things were buildin’ higher
Just set to cause you strife.
She’d say, “Don’t worry Brother,
Sit down, let’s talk it through.”
And soon you’d feel much better
You wouldn’t feel so blue.
That was Grandma.

When you were lookin’ for that somethin’,
And did not know where to go.
And you’d been to every store,
And everyone of them said "no".
You just had to ask for help
And she would start to lookin’.
She knew she’d seen one somewhere,
And she’d find it that’s for certain.
That was Grandma.

So though she didn’t stand
So very far from off the floor.
She had a way of welcomin’
All who entered in her door.
She might have been quite poor
As the world looks at wealth
But to her she was the richest
If she only had her health.
That was Grandma.

3 comments:

Nene said...

I really like this poem. It made me really remember grandma. Thanks.

Amber said...

well done :)

Inklings said...

You did a great job with this poem. You captured her in words.