The Service

All the big men, the prominent of community with dark-blue suits, a few outta town, and an overall or two gazed at the sky, and gazed at the grass, and they all passed Grandma around which sounds loose but it t'aint. Grandma after all, is worth sharing praise and they all took their turn with Grandma and told of what they love of her. Several agreed about her chicken and scratch cake as airy as the breeze under today And the little wiry man said how Grandma came for two months to take care of his kids - his babies when his wife had "up 'n' fell down" the steps and broke her leg Welling up, he recounted how she swayed on her legs as she cooked, and this was what came to most of our minds, we saw her legs and heard the violin playing of the man who brought it along, Grandma, sang softly, or right out loud as she walked through the day A secular, or maybe a gospel tune, and often, some bawdy blues tune that'd make 'em all smile a while All of 'em, the salesmen, and uncles, the school teacher and the paperboy, the women from her sewing circle, they'd all come to her for help or advice, or as often, just a bite. The kids came running from fields and woods and creeks ravenous for a hug and some eats from her feasting kitchen banquet of pies 'n' pudding or baked something else The minister looked at the big men and said a few passages they all knew by heart anyway, and they all agreed as how they'd miss her warm smile and some knew they'd lost something else. © Goode Guy 2012-08-22 for Sue 2012-08-23