Grandma's Song

By Kimberly Marquette

The family cries
Because we'll all miss her
But we'll all be back together
Bye and bye

Just think of her
With her brothers and sisters
And the husband she hasn't seen
For such a long, long time

And now she's free to run the flowered fields of Heaven
And sing with the Angels clear and high
I remember all the lovely things she taught me
Like not to store my treasure here
But keep it up on high

She'd seen hard times
Heartache and sorrow
Still she never let it take
The love and laughter
From her eyes

She set an example
Don't waste today for tomorrow
And yesterday is dead and gone
So let it roll on by

And now she's free to run the flowered fields of Heaven
She's singing with the Angels sweet and high
I remember all the lovely things she taught me
Like not to store my treasure here
But keep it up on high

No I won't store my treasure here
I'll keep it up on high.

Little Orphan Annie came to our house to stay
To clear the table. Brush the crumbs away....
Oh the songs and stories she could tell.
Forgive your brother when he sins against you.
Seventy times seven like we're told to do
And love your neighbor as you love yourself.

And now she's free to run the flowered fields of Heaven
She sings with the Angels sweet and high
I'm waiting for the day that I'll be singing with her
For I have no treasure here
I've kept it all on high.

©circa The Nineties Kimberly Marquette