Lemon Drops and Butterscotch

When I grow old My body not yet cold But the brown of my eyes Turns to gray I will wear a large hat When I patrol through My garden and keep the Weeds at bay I’ll have big pots of this And of course lots of that On the stove for when Company drops in The food will comfort The gossip will start And more time with me they will spend I won’t have cats Because ewww they are cats But be careful to step over the dogs Their stomachs so full I’m sure they won’t move They’ll be passed out And sleeping like logs I’ll pretend I can’t hear And my whispers will be loud So loud to be heard throughout the room Then I’ll whisper about people The arrogant sort And the ones I believe are bafoons All the kids will love me Because of what I keep hidden To my bedroom they will often stray Lemon drops and butterscotch will always be there Hidden quite snuggly away Oh let me be known as the lady of prayer And the one that loves her Lord so A relationship that started moons ago And turned into An eternal love affair I’ll putter and piddle with things I find useful I may learn to knit if I please I’ll knit a blue scarf the bluest of blues So on my motorcycle it will fly in the b e z r e ~ e ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~