Granny

Granny was an institution a treasure trove of bygone days Laughter and tears, poured from her years her sometimes odd and senile ways

My great great grandma My uncle, brother, sister

and yes bottom right me lol

I had a great, great, grandmother
 still alive when I was a child
She was my grandpas, grandmother
even then she was a bit wild
Born in eighteen seventy eight
on a buckboard in Missouri
She had come a long way by then
she was fit and full of fury

We played cards everyday with her
beating her nearly made her weep
"Poopie, kacky, nanny" she'd say
"looks like it's time for you to sleep"
She'd wake me nearly every night
she returned from playing bingo
I'd play with her, games of euchre
sports of chance and foreign lingo

She would walk wherever she went
eat apples, including the core
Cuss and drink, then give me a wink
as she pulled the cards from her drawer
At times she would regress somewhat
"grandpa quit me in thirty four
Thought me uptight, he wasn't right
wouldn't run rum with me no more"

Her first picture was a tin type
"I was a looker in my day
I turned heads in the finest spreads
back then, I always got my way"
She witnessed many inventions
electric, lights to cars and trains
the first to own, a telephone
where she'd talk through the morning rains

At ninety she and I would watch
as three men circled round the moon
"We'll be on Mars, and then the stars
if I don't kick off pretty soon"
She lived to see her kids away
making sure they were buried right
"Yep" she'd say "I put them away
tucked em in for the winters night"

Once when we were playing football
and the game was getting quite tense
She'd sauntered by, looking quite spry
  I knocked her down, along the fence
She got up and kicked me senseless
too many bananas and beer
"Now you know, how to take a blow
don't ever show them any fear"

Granny was an institution
a relic of our bygone days
Laughter and tears, poured from her years
her sometimes odd and senile ways
She had outlived all her children
and a couple of grand-kids too
 War nor drought, could put her light out 
the toughest broad I ever knew

My family had a checkered past"Damn Revenuers"

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Author's Note

Our roots are almost always interesting. I think in my case I loved the roots to my great great grandmother. She was an institution. Older than Methuselah. I thought she was sister to father time. But she always seemed to take a liking to me.

Reviews

[Pratik]

This was SUPERB! What a nice tribute t your great-grandmother... Even though I don't remember much of my grandmothers ( both of them passed away when I was very small), I can say for sure they indulges in unmatched pampering when it comes to their grandchildren... They are the persons who can spank and cuddle you at the same time and that wouldn't make you feel bad! Your poem truly speaks volumes about the camaraderie that you shared with your granny.. those little details about playing cards, the football match, she witnessing the greatest inventions and journeys of mankind gives you a feel of the flow of time and that old-world ancient charm.... This was a lovely tribute from your side...If she would have read this she would perhaps throw out her arms and say.. "Come Tate, give me a hug boy!" :) Be proud Tate.. This is a jewel of all your writes.. :)

[Little Whisper]

WOW.... Such an amazing story, just amazing and I love the picture too. I'm so thankful that you shared this poem with all of us.. took us down your memory lane.

Laura :)

[Becky C Strukamp]

Stories of days long gone, of the family who survived so much and lived to tell and lived to make differences in so many lives ...to share with us their life experiences and for us always to draw near to our heart the remembrances of...I believe we are always so Blessed by the wisdom within our own heritage. Enjoyable to read Tate. Thanks for sharing parts of your life.

[BeccaB]

i realy liked this it was realy touching and the video at the bottome was a good touch. i always love your work as it seems almost unrealy how good your work is. it brings out the best in everyone and helps to reconect to our feelings that are in the massaeg. i wishi could manage the level of wor you achive.

[Manpreet]

Vow! An awsome piece made me reconnect with my childhood and not so pleasant GRANNY...Hahaha. Great write.

[Barbara Walker]

Awesome tribute to a feisty woman! The one thing I do like about getting older is going into my second childhood, where I play with the kids and think the adults are so uptight!

[kimmy]

This was so beautiful, I shed a tear it was that great. I loved how you made the words just flow effortlessly and touching the hearts of your writers. You have touched my heart with this poem.

[Michael G.]

Very well done, sir. I knew two of my great grandmothers and one great grandfather... who knew how to forecast the weather with uncanny accuracy. He didn't know his own age, (the family Bible lost)... but, could remember as a child of ten or so, the Civil War. Thanks for stirring good memories.

[marytownsend]

I loved this poem! What a wonderful tribute to your Grandmother! I felt like I spent a few minutes visiting with her in this wonderful poem!

[poeticpiers]

She sounds like a real woman Tate. My grandma was tiny but she ruled the roost.Grandads was sixfeet four a rawboned highlander who still worked as a bouncer in his seventies.But she had his measure. ivor