Dear sweet Grandma–always happy to see me
She makes me feel so good
She bakes cookies and cakes and pies
And makes all of my favorite foods
Her apron is worn from years of use
But it’s my favorite thing she wears
Yes she uses it for cooking and cleaning, of course!
But also to wipe our tears
Grandma taught me how to cook and knit and sew
When Momma didn’t have the time
She’s always been ready to try a craft
Or play any fun game of mine
Yes a trip to Grandma’s house is
Always a celebration, indeed!
She makes me feel like a VIP
And she caters to my every need.
She accepts my mistakes, overlooks my faults
Her patience–as wide as it is long
She’s full of advice and stories of her life
And always ready with a cheerful song
So why, dear Mom, do you say it’s bad
That I want to be just like her?
Why do you say that there’s bigger things
And I ought to strive for more?
Yes it’s nice that you’ve done so much with your job
And you’ve made some great money
You gave me gifts and trips and things
But I wish that you could just see
With just herself and her time and her love
Grandma provided for my every need
To feel I’m loved and needed and wanted
Is what truly makes me happy
So please don’t scowl. Don’t criticize or howl
Or try to pull me into your busy-style life
From what I’ve seen it’s not filled with joy
It’s filled with stress, disappointment and strife
No the thing for me is not a career
Outside of my happy home
What my soul aches for is a baby or four,
and a garden, complete with gnome
So if you look for me, you’ll know where I’ll be
with the one who holds real life knowledge
The kind that shares and loves and cares–
That you’ll never find in college
Don’t fear for me. I’m happy and free,
My heart, it sure does purr
Yes I know true love when I see her face
And I’m going to be just like her.
–Holly Connors, #the50sHousewife