Granny’s Love

Oh what happiness and oh what joy

As they await the arrival of the little boy. Things are moving quickly, they cannot get to the room.

Little boy is coming quickly, and he will be here soon.

No one shows the courage except for one old farm girl

Who slams her purse into another and says “I will give it a whirl.“

She steps in with hardened hands

And catches the oncoming little man. Instantly a bond is made.

One that for years won’t die or fade.

The farm girl turn proudly and said, “that is how it is done”.

there for me and so many more when others turn and run.

She has a heart of gold and the spirit of a saint.

When others tire and Shar away, she never becomes feet.

She loves the boy with all her heart and he grows to love her too.

Never on this side of heaven will he find a love so true.

As boy turns to lad and the farm girl is still present.

Making the days of the boy so happy and so pleasant.

She is his rock that he turns to in times of need

Not knowing that she is planting life changing seeds.

Teaching him lessons of growth and life. How to use a rake, a hoe and a knife. How to rise early to make ends meet

And held the day will not end in defeat.

No matter the task or the weather.

How to hold the bonds of family together.

How to be responsible for yourself and for others

And how important it is to be more than just a mother.

The table is always full and so is the heart

Years may come and go, but these two they never part.

School days spent sitting at the farm ladies table.

Learning lessons and morals told from many fables.

As generations come and go from a one room shack.

And memories made that the boy will never want to give back.

The clothes are hung daily on the line.

Her love stands the test of time.

Out in the yard a worn down barn.

Hardwork from a woman who has never done harm.

To any animal, beast or flesh.

Every Sunday, she has on her dress.

She sits in the old church in a wooden pew.

Friend or stranger, she welcome to you.

Without knowing you, she gives a glass.

Of water to the thirsty young man that

passed.

With her very hands, she snaps the beans.

She is the most remarkable the boy has seen.

The only games are checkers on a metal board.

Or baseball with sticks and many runs scored.

Television And three channels only come on at night.

Hee Haw and Golden Girls are the only sights.

They sit side by side in rocking chairs.

Sweet, simple life with so few cares.

Waking up to the smells of bacon and toast.

Are the memories the boy will treasure most.

The fields are plentiful and ripe for harvest year after year.

And the little boy learns the value of this life so dear.

The farm ladies hands grow bent and hard.

But their warmth and gentleness is worth the most by far.

The boy, he learns to appreciate

While other family waits too late.

The table is never bare and the plate is always full

The farm lady always tends to the chicken and the bull.

Everyone who came and went never did without.

A love like no other with no shadow of a doubt.

Night are spent in the quiet farmhouse

Thinking of a certain long gone spouse.

Who built this home with his very hands.

Who tied tires together with rubber bands.

And the generations, seven came

And while she cannot remember names.

She never failed to provide for all of them.

And to give all tanks and praise to Him.

Time passes on and the boy moves up in age.

But close in heart and close to this farm girl he always stays.

Despite school and work he always does his chores

And if he could and had the time, he would always give her more.

For he worships the ground she walks on

And he will until the day she is gone.

But for now she carries on

Up each day at the crack of dawn

Breakfast made and the garden picked

Tending to the wounded and the sick

Giving baths and making meals

If a heart is broken, she is there to heal

While the boys life turns from play to work

From basketball to soda jerk

From game to game and class to class

Yet from his mind she never passes

Young girls come and young girls go

But the farm girl remains strongly in tow.

No matter the turns that life may bring

She always stood for the right things

Teaching him to be a better man

That only an angel on earth like her can

Ages pass. She calls him to come.

He hurries there, in a run

He promises to always be

By her side for whatever she needs

Other tempts may pull the man

But he always came to hold the hand

of the one who so many years ago

Dropped all to catch him way down low

she cannot recall those bygone days

Or even his name and some of his ways

but she still calls for him even though he is there.

For her, he would wrestle a grizzly bear.

The final days come and so does the confusion.

Along with it also ends the illusion

Of the innocence that once was a little boy

He is a man now and it is no more.

He holds her hand as she did him

And, if she’s there tomorrow he will do it again.

She struggles for breath, her eyes show fear.

The man, he knows the end is near.

he whispers sweet words in her ear

”Thank you, Granny” and holds back a tear.

He continues to hold her hand, knowing it’s time to go.

He will hold onto the memories of this one he adored so.

Then she slips away and closes her eyes.

The tears he has held, now he can’t head.

After many years, she is finally gone.

To be in her well earned heavenly home.

And time has flown like a blur.

Where she caught him, now he holds her.

She slipped away, just as he did in appearing.

It was quick and painles, angels were appearing.

To a sure one of their finest through the pearly gates.

For her, life was long and so worth the wait.

And just as so many greeted the boy many years ago.

Some of the same now take her side with a radiant glow.

She had been there for me, from the instant of my birth.

The finest woman I ever knew to step foot on the earth.