The Good Ol' Days

Just a little poem describing my deaf grandmother's hard work of raising such a lady.

Waking up to the roosters crow

Ate some breakfast, and outside we go.

No shoes on my little, bare black feet.

Building a porch in the humid, Louisiana summer heat.

Grandma was deaf, but read lips so good,

If she caught you doing something wrong and you knew better,

In front of you she stood.

It was never my intentions to upset her.

As time passed by slowly it seemed I was learning one lesson after another.

Years passed by fast it felt like,

Respect will forever be with me and my brother.

With not a second chance to say goodbye

Take a look around when you can because time just flies by.

No warning, life doesn't come with rules and precautions.

I've thanked you for the way I turned out.

I hope you can see your hard work without a doubt.

I love you Grandma, you'll never be forgotten.

Author's Note

I seen the contest and had to enter... Sometimes I love the words that I can produce out of my mouth .