Big Granny
Now you kids, listen up
Donchya ask Granny for nothing
But when Mama trotted off to the outhouse
She brought out what was hidden in the oven
A spread fit for a KING
My Big Granny was my everything
She utilized the land and all her skill
To let those she touched with what is real
...LOVE
Those who had nothing
Shared what they had collected
While granny's soup
Fed the areas not yet perfected
When the time came, for grown up talk
Us young 'uns would take a walk
Up the hill to our cousin's house
Big Granny gave Mama gold
As the Holy Word would unfold
Til all the despair was let out
...running about
.............on sacred land
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-07-2023
Copyright © Trudy Schrader | Year Posted 2023
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