Granny sat in her rocking chair
Talkin’ into empty air.
Tellin’ of her bygone days
Through a nostalgic haze.
There was no one there to hear
Of her ninety seven years.
How things were done in days gone by
When she was young and quick and spry,
Of courting with a special beau
And how she married grandpa Joe.
She told of when the times were rough
With food so scarce it was mighty tough.
No one was there to hear of how
She had raised eight kids, and now
Her life was coming to it’s end,
She sensed she’d turned that final bend.
Granny sighed and stopped her speaking.
Her rocking chair no longer creaking.
She’d closed her eyes and passed away
Still alone on her final day.
None to pass her knowledge down
It went with her into the ground
Is there a granny in your life?
Somebodies daughter, mother, wife?
Does she share her wisdom with emptiness
And sit alone till she’s laid to rest?
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Submission Name: Granny
