I will always remember my granny
She was a woman in her own right, and loved by many
She was a woman of great strength and pride
With a character all her own, and she took things in stride
At the age of three, she lost her leg
But do you think that would slow her down?
No, she lived her life full, with one leg or two
And probably did more in her lifetime, than normal people do
Now my granny she had a great voice
And her hobby was writing down songs of her choice
They told the stories of war and love gone bad
But don't get me wrong they weren't all sad
It told the stories of Ireland and families
How beautiful and can an old book be?
To hold the memories of all these things
For everyone to see
I love that old book with it's pages now yellowed
But even with age the stories aren't mellowed
It has a dignity somehow, some way
And it will pass from generation to generation, to my kids some day
Kathleen West
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/granny-s-songbook-song-written-30-years-ago/
