Tuesday, September 16, 2014

My Granny


My Granny has a servant’s heart

It’s the legacy she’ll leave

Many stars adorn her crown

On that you can believe.

 
Her life of serving started,

When she was still quiet young

Her mom was sick and in the bed

Leaving chores and little ones.

 
So my Granny had to grow up fast

Be strong and take the lead

Of ironing, washing, cooking

For the family she must feed

 
Then there came September

Of Nineteen Forty-One

When she said “I do”, she knew

Exactly what she’d done.
 

JW joined the Army

As the men did in that day

When he left to serve they knew

A child was on the way.
 

Next they moved to Dallas

To partake of city life

President of P.T.A.

Good mother, loving wife.
 

Life was kind of hectic

She was almost forty-one

And that is when she found out

God’s blessings were not done.
 

I guess things are different now

From how they were back then

But if family needed help,

Sometimes they just moved in.


And if they couldn’t come to her

Then she would go and stay,

Take care of them ‘til they were strong

And then be on her way.


After sixty years of marriage

Bad health put him to bed

My Granny held on dearly

To the vows she once had said.
 

So when he needed constant care

My Granny went along

The thought of living someplace else

To her, it just seemed wrong.

 

I know it seems that work, work, work

Was all she had to do,

But my Granny knew a secret

That I will share with you.

 

It’s really very simple,

You don’t have to be too smart

The secret to a happy life

Is to be a child at heart

 

So she’d play with you for hours

Cross-legged on the floor

Pretty dolls and plastic men

Great fun you can be sure

 

That’s why the kids a walking

In the from-school-to-home parade

Would often stop and have a snack

Or glass of lemonade

 

I know I won’t inherit

Fancy cars or diamond rings

But I have come to see

The best things in life aren’t things

 

Of all the gifts she gave to us

The best we could receive

Is a servant’s heart like Granny’s

That’s the legacy she’ll leave.

 

 

Carrie Oehler

2006

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