GRAMMAS' HOUSE
GRAMMAS’ HOUSE
GRAMMAS’ HOUSE IS A SACRED PLACE WHERE THE PAST IS ALIVE AND WELL. YOU COULD SIT AND LISTEN FOR HOURS AT THE STORIES SHE HAS TO TELL.
YOU KNOW WHATEVER HAPPENS, GRAMMA IS ALWAYS THERE. WHEN NO ONE ELSE GIVES A DAMN, SHE’S THE ONE TO CARE.
IF YOU COME TO GRAMMAS’ HOUSE, SHE’LL TELL YOU HOW LIFE USED TO BE. THE GIRLS ALL WORE DRESSES AND EVERYONES’ MIDDLE NAME WAS LEE.
SHE’S A STRONG-WILLED WOMAN, SHE SAYS NO MAN COULD EVER BOSS HER. YOU’D BE BETTER OFF STEPPING ON THE DEVILS’ TOES THAN EVER TRYING TO CROSS HER.
THE LIGHT IS ALWAYS ON AT GRAMMAS’ HOUSE. THOSE IN TROUBLE COME TO HER AS QUIET AS A MOUSE. NO MATTER WHAT THE PROBLEM IS, SHE ALWAYS OPENS UP HER DOOR. SHE TRIES TO MAKE IT BETTER, NO MATTER IF YOU’RE RICH OR POOR. IT’S TRUE WHEN GOD MADE HER, HE REALLY BROKE THE MOLD. SHE SAYS I CAN MAKE IT BETTER IF YOU JUST DO WHAT YOUR TOLD.
GRAMMA REW UP THE HARD WAY, ALWAYS MAKING SOMETHING OUT OF NOTHING JUST TO GET BY. SHE GETS FRUSTRATED AT THE YOUNG ONES, TELLS THEM THAT SOMETIMES THEY DON’T EVEN TRY.
SHE’S THE ONE TEACHING THE YOUNG GIRLS WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT. WHEN SHE GOES TO CHURCH, SHE’S THE FIRST ONE TO SCREAM AND SHOUT.
THEY SAY THAT WISDOM IS PURCHASED WITH TEARS AND I KNOW THAT SHE HAS CRIED A RIVER. WHEN IT COMES TO HELPING THOSE IN NEED, I’M HERE TO TELL YOU SHE’S A REAL GIVER.
HER HEART IS TRUE AND SHE WALKS IN THE SPIRIT. OTHER HOUSES WOULD LIKE TO BE LIKE HERS BUT THEY CAN’T GET NEAR IT.
THE LIGHT IS ALWAYS ON AT GRAMMAS’ HOUSE. THOSE IN TROUBLE COME TO HER AS QUIET AS A MOUSE. NO MATTER WHAT THE PROBLEM IS, SHE ALWAYS OPENS UP HER DOOR. SHE TRIES TO MAKE IT BETTER, NO MATTER IF YOU’RE RICH OR POOR. IT’S TRUE WHEN GOD MADE HER, HE REALLY BROKE THE MOLD. SHE SAYS I CAN MAKE IT BETTER IF YOU JUST DO WHAT YOUR TOLD.
THANKSGIVING AT GRAMMAS HOUSE IS A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES. SHE HAS EVERYTHING IMAGINABLE INCLUDING CAKES AND PIES.
HER DINNER TABLE IS LARGER THAN THE BOUFETTE AT THE MIRAGE. SHE COOKS SO MUCH FOOD THEY HAVE TO PUT THE DESSERTS IN THE GARAGE.
SHE SPEAKS OF A TIME WHEN FAMILY WAS ALL THAT MATTERED. SHE FEEDS EVERYONE, EVEN THE TORN AND TATTERED.
THE SPIRIT OF GIVING IS SOMETHING THAT’S DEEP DOWN IN HER SOUL. SHE TAKES ALL THOSE WITH BROKEN SPIRITS AND TRIES TO MAKE THEM WHOLE.
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