Grandmothers

If It Weren't For Grandothers

by Lois Kempton

 

If it weren't for grandmothers, how would we know

How everything was in the long, long ago?

The changes that come and the changes that go-

If it weren't for grandmothers, how would we know?

 

The way people ate, and the way they dressed;

The way they suffered, and how they were blessed;

 The beauties they saw, and their fun, and their woe-

If it weren't for grandmothers, how would we know?

 

 

Oh, see her bright eyes as she tells of the way

Your Grandpa proposed! And the sweet wedding day;

The funny adventures that babies bestow-

If it weren't for grandmothers, how would we know?

 

For they are the keepers of memories untold;

The legacy treasures more precious than gold;

Oh, cherish their stories! Rejoice in their glow.

If it weren't for grandmothers, how would we know.

 

Taken from Poems Sublime and Ridiculous