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Grandmother

Grandmother Remember my grand mother Use to sit in the gallery And what ever she wanted Use to call my brothers or me She was born deformed But she never let it get her way She would be walking with her stick Going to make her garden everyday She had the biggest garden In the whole of ste Madeleine With tomato, corn, peas, peppers, Its how many of her days was spend She would always be doing something She just could not sit down If she’s not with the chickens She’s sewing and singing old Hindi songs Many times we sit around her She would tell us many stories Of fairy tales and legends Full of so many mysteries And when there is a wedding They would come for her on Saturday nights She would sing with the drums and danthal She was always the star in the spot lights With small branches and nylon rope She would make a Christmas tree And when she was finish with it Was the best you could ever see? She liked to buy the blow up animals And for Christmas put all in the gallery Our gallery use to be so decorated Can still see it in my mind so clearly I wish I had talk to her more There was so much I would have like to know About her mother and father, brothers and sisters But you only think about after the time past and go Remember she use to say Her big brother use carry her when she small And while the others children use to be playing He would not leave her alone at all And how her mother was very beautiful And her father use to protect her like gold So many great history and memories Is now silence never to be told? If you have a grandmother Just look how she’s finding things to do To bring joy and happiness everyday To show the love she has for you When we are young we just don’t see it Of all the history unfolding before our eyes And we never really realize it Until many years after our grandparents dies A young girl will go thru the stages of life Then become a woman with a family to Then one day hear the words grandma And when you look, they will be talking to you Go to your grandmother reach out a hand Tell her how she is precious and dear Tell her you love her so she will understand Because one day you could, wake and she will not be there

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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