Who will take grandma?  Who will it be?
All of us WANT her, - I'm sure you'll agree!
Let's call a meeting, - let's gather the clan,
Let's get it settled as soon as we can.

In such a big family there's certainly one
Willing to give her a place in the sun!
Strange how we thought that she'd never wear out,
But see how she walks, it's arthritis, no doubt,

Her eyesight is faded, her memory's dim,
She's apt to insist on the silliest whim,
When people get older they become such a care!
She must have a home, but the question is where?

Remember the days when she used to be spry?
Baked her own cookies and made her own pie?
Helped us with lessons and tended our seams,
Kissed away troubles and mended our dreams?

Wonderful Grandma!  We all loved her so!
Isn't it dreadful she's no place to go?
One little corner is all she would need,
A shoulder to cry on, her Bible to read,

A chair by the window with sun coming through,
Some pretty spring flowers still covered with dew,
Who'll warm her with love so she won't mind the cold?
Oh, who will take Grandmother now that she's old?

What? Nobody wants her?  Oh, yes, there is ONE
Willing to give her a place in the sun,
Where she won't have to worry or wonder or doubt,
And she won't be OUR problem to bother about,

Pretty soon now, God will give her a bed,
But who'll dry our tears when dear Grandma is dead?

"an original poem by Clara Clark-Grantz.
Orignialy published on the web Dec. 16, 1998.
at: http://members.aol.com/mhet703234/grandma.htm

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