Grandma's Hand's
I remember grandma’s hand
She raised us oh so well
She taught us the art of patience
And love for your fellow man
Oh, how I remember grandma’s
Hand..
She held you with her motherly
Instinct
Although we were her son children
She raised us as her own,
A mother taken away from her
Babies way to soon.
I remember grandma’s hand
She taught us the meaning of
Respect.
And learn us to respect ourselves
As well as our fellow man..
She cooked and clean, washed our
Clothes
She nurture she even bath us when
We couldn’t bathe ourselves
She took on 3 small children including
A very small baby in tow..
I remember grandma’s hand''s
She would sing while she was in the
Kitchen preparing each and every
Meal..
Listening to those pots and pans
Rattling
Her dropping them on the floor
She tried to shield and protect us from
All the trouble of the world
I remember grandma’s hand’s
She played doctor on every cut
Scratch and
Bruises that came along with
Young children
Grandma’s hand’s
She Issued out the butt whipping
(ouch)
That went along with the hugs
But, yet kissed the tears away
She handed out sugar cookies
And
Issue us out doors to play
I remember her sitting on the
Porch and saying
Don’t get in that dirt, be careful
Momma baby..
My daddy use to tell her “Ah Momma
Let the kids play”
The dirt will wash off..I truly remember
This..Laugh
Grandma’s hand’s
Carried a lot of love and
Affection
I remember my grandmother oh, so
Well
We call her “Momma Etta”
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