Grandmas Rocking Chair
Grandma would rock in her chair,
as she shelled green beans,
telling me stories of old,
that kept my attention.
As I helped her with this
chore, I was amazed with
this wonderful sweet lady
and the wisdom she had.
She never attended a day
of school, but yet she had
all the answers.
Every time I talked with her,
she would build me up,
telling me "Jimmy Foulk,
you will be somebody someday,
mark my words."
I could never get down while
with her, she just kept building
me up and encouraging me.
She was my best friend as well
as my Grandma, she died in
1969 and I dearly miss her.
written 4-17-11
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2011
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