Two Grandmothers
A sweet little boy named Anthony went to visit Grandma A
He played in the field quite near her house, She told him not to stray
At suppertime she called the lad. He ran - no time to lose
There was no smile. Was greeted with “You’ve dirt upon your shoes.”
She didn’t see his tear-filled eyes. She did not understand
He wished that she would love him so, and take his reaching hand
Her cutting voice pierced Tony’s heart and so he turned away
“mom”, he said,”please take me home, far from Grandma A
A few weeks later, Anthony would visit Grandma B
He played in grandpa’s great big barn. There was so much to see
He chased the chickens, fed the pigs and slid in lofts of hay
Then rolled on grass with neighbor kids. It was a happy day
At suppertime he wondered if he’d make his grandma sad
since covered head to foot in dirt might even make her mad
But grandma B looked at his face and took him in her arms
She saw him as a “Gift of God? who blessed her country farm
I wrote a poem I thought “divine” and shared it with a friend
I thought the words would touch her heart. Does passion ever end?
I painted pictures with my pen that time would not erase
of mountains, sunbeams, lofty skies and stunning deep blue lakes
I spoke of stories, ever true, adventures that revealed
the love of loyal families, and faith that surely healed
A writer has to bare his soul and shake off any fear
that criticism, badly done, will violate his ear
The editor is always most important, to be sure,
We never want our “dirt” to show if readers we’re to lure
But take me in your arms dear friend, and look me in the eye
and see the vision, dream the dream, before you let it die
