Silver gray hair neatly combed in place There were four generations of love on her face She was so wise, no surprise passed her eyes Shed seen it all I was a child, oh, about three or four All day Id ask questions At night Id ask more But whenever, she never would ever turn me away Id say, How can I be sure what is right or wrong? And why does what I want always take so long? Please tell me where does God live And why wont He talk to me? Id say, Grandma what is love? Will I ever find out? Why are we so poor, what is life about? I wanna know the answers before I fall off to sleep She sort of smiled as she tucked me in Then she pulled up that old rockin chair once again But tonight she was slightly, remarkably Different somehow Slowly she rocked, lookin half asleep Grandma yawned as she stretched Then she started to speak What she told me would mold me and hold me together inside She said, All the things you ask you will know someday But you have got to live in a patient way God put us here by fate And by fate that means better days She said, Child we all are moons in the dark of night Aint no morning gonna come til the time is right Cant get to better days lest you make it through the night You gotta make it through the night, yes you do
Posted on: Sun, 25 May 2014 23:42:25 +0000