Grandest Mother of All
from the day I arrived she loved me through and through
my oh my, those 15 years flew
sledding in December, Swimming in June
her lips would hum the sweetest tune
babies, dogs, and the ringing phone
no one in that blue house is ever alone
she cared for every creature on Earth,
the most lady since the day of her birth
my grandmother and I were never related,
but when it came to family, her heart inflated
she's a farmer, and we are her crop,
her love and generosity will never stop
she may not be in her chair today,
but inside of me, forever she will stay.
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