Grandmother's Song - Pierce Pettis

    My grandmother wrote poetry
    That she rarely let other people read
    And the words were sweet, though they never did meet
    With critical acclaim
    But the ones who read it often said
    This ought to be published, this ought to be read
    But she would not agree
    And they said it was a shame

    That the world could continue to turn
    Unaware and unconcerned
    And never even know it
    That she was poet
    A poet in her own time

    From the time she was a gangly girl
    Her books took her off to another world
    Of Ivanhoe, Henry David Thoreau, and Edgar Allen Poe
    But in Mississippi people don't generally read
    They just look at pictures in magazines
    So it's not a surprise that she kept to herself
    And spent her time alone

    And she did pretty well in school
    She went to teacher's college, too
    But the teachers didn't know it
    That she was a poet
    A poet in her own time

    Well, she met and she married a railroad man
    She didn't do so much writing then
    But his work made him travel about
    "Southern 'Serves the South"
    And the great depression swept on in
    Like a cold, unexpected northern wind
    He forgot to come home one day
    And she was left with three kids to raise

    And there was nothing else a woman could do
    Except to draw her paycheck
    Teaching school
    And the pupils didn't know it
    But teacher was a poet
    A poet in her own time

    Now my grandmother lies in a crumpled bed
    And at night she hears voices in her head
    And the family worries in the whispering dark
    If she's got her religion right
    It's a hardening of the arteries
    It's a softening of the mind
    And I mean to go and see her, but I cannot ever
    Seem to find the time

    And at the nurses' station at night
    They work crossword puzzles by the switchboard light
    And the nurses don't know it
    But grandma was a poet
    A poet in her own time

    Yeah the nurses don't know it
    But grandma is a poet
    A poet in her own time

    by Pierce Pettis © 1984 Lets-Have-Lunch Music ASCAP


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