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Friday, April 3, 2009

HER GRANDMOTHER, Early Morning Refrain

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HER GRANDMOTHER,
Early Morning Refrain



Was not handsome, nor was she particularly wise,

No one ever said she was the smartest,
But she painted well, an artist,
And following the common adage,
Different time and place, who knows the fame,
The renown she might have attained?


She dressed the girl in pricey sets,
And every one appreciated it,
Oh isnt Elsie wonderful!
The child was orphaned,
Her Mother was sick, and
Had to stay long time in sanatorium,
Dad was gone,
He ran off and started another family,
Two other girls, her sisters, older, abandoned,
(They stayed with his father and mother)
And she, the baby girl, was cast off, separate,
She went to her Mothers Mother and Father.

The girl was tall and pretty,
A natural blonde with face classically proportioned,
And possessing happy disposition,
When dressed right she looked as though,
She modeled for childrens fashion magazines.

But Grandma, she had had her ways,
Thats to put it nicely,
She paid no heed to underwear,
Only interested in outward appearance,
Think on this a moment, for who could see it?

Though it be tattered and dirty,
And Lord knows should have been replaced,
Especially when one consider the expense,
That she cared not for the dollar of any outfits cost.

She favored subtle, flower prints,
Nothing garish; she was master seamstress,
A healthy woman, who loved her cats
(Fed those both inside and outside the house)
And took in every kind of stray, animal and human,
A former dancer who partook of chorus,
Had her training at LUNA PARK,
And, all who knew her swear,
She practiced kicks, over head, when
She had already celebrated birthdays past seventy.

Did she swap a place for her star on the walk,
Take lead role in gilded cage instead?

No way, she was tough and worked hard,
Created a wonderful home and with natural talent,
She made a big garden, a green-thumb delight.

And guess what! To top it off,
She married well, a union man, a good provider,
A leader, he was respected and adored by all.

But something went amiss;
Grandpa went upstairs to bed,
Grandma slathered in wintergreen,
Slept on living-room couch at night,
Hard to believe,
For twenty years they spent their lives that way.

And when Mom from hospital was finally released,
Grandmother balked when time came to return
The girl to whom she had grown accustomed,
The girl she helped to educate and raise.
She pretended the child to be her own,
Hope to keep her daughter at bay.

And then I heard,
I heard her granddaughter say,
We sat at kitchen table,
It was very late; sun had begun to signal new day.
I heard her wax, granddaughter waxed on the refrain,
Though she said it quiet and was ashamed,
I can not wish she were here.

I do not wish she were here today.

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