Grandma

I went to visit Grandma,
Her house was neatly kept.
I tip-toed softly to her porch,
And there she slept.

She did not see me coming,
And neither of us spoke.
I sat so quietly on the step,
Until her eyes awoke.

She sat there in the rocking chair,
Her hair was silver-grey.
And down along her neck-line,
Some locks were prone to stray.

She asked, "How was Her Honey?",
And I said, "That I was Fine".
I handed up her knitting,
With her knotty kind of twine.

I looked upon my Grandma,
In her age...just sitting there.
And I wondered...if some day...I'd sleep,
Just sitting in my chair.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

This is an oil painting that was done by Ethel of her Grandma. She doesn't say which Grandma - so I got out the portrait pedigree chart and this portrait looks most like her mother's mother, Lucinda Shipp, born in 1851 in Kentucky.