Granny, You Did Good
She was a short Irish lady, with jet black hair.
I will never forget, all the good times we shared.
She kept us in line, my brother and I.
She was the only mother, we had in our lives.
She went to church every Sunday night.
She taught me and my brother, wrong from right.
Melissa Anne, get out of that tree.
Not until, you get away from me.
I remember the switch, I would have to cut myself.
When I got out of line, I can’t forget how it felt.
You are so stubborn she use to say.
Although, she was the one, that made me that way.
She made me strong, and I thank her for that.
It has helped me through tough times I’ve had.
One time being staring down at her beautiful face.
Remembering her life, while singing Amazing Grace.
She will never be forgotten, even though she is gone.
She remains in my heart, and through me, she lives on.
She didn’t have to do, all the things she did.
She could have turned away, we weren’t her kids.
Instead she chose, to teach us all she could.
I wish I could tell her, Granny you did good.