Who Will Take Grandma?

   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 she’d

never wear out,

   But see how she walks, it’s

arthritis, no doubt.

   Her eyesight has 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, made

her own pies?

   Helped us with lessons and

mended our seams;

   Kissed away troubles and

patched-up 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 dear Grandma

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?

                     ~Author Unknown

 

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