Grace

There was a little old lady She lived on her own She had 3 children They were gone They had grown She had a husband He was gone He had died But by my recall You hadn't cried You are strong Of course you always have been I see you laugh over and over again All the time you are giddy You are never cross God bless you Grace You are always the boss Whether defending Douglas Or arguing about school You are always strong You are never the fool Though like all of us You get stuck in a rut Like with dark chocolate Or with coconut You have your faults But you have your place Thank you for you God bless you Grace