Granny Poem by Gary Moulton

Granny



Granny quit gambling on Christmas Day,
104 winters she got to play.
'Life is a game', she used to say,
Have fun while you can,
Work hard for your pay.

Born on a ‘Pink Star' guided so straight,
‘Ruth' was her name, after the ‘SAINT',
Dropped three foals, had only one mate,
'GOD' granted her, a life that was GREAT!

She guided me, my mother had run,
Played 'peekaboo', I was her son.
Nursed me back when I had spun,
The food was not bland,
'You want the last bun? '

She firmly took me under her wing,
Protected me at the end of a string.
Granny had money and plenty of bling,
Game called ‘Cloak', it's a police thing.

The smartest Woman I ever knew,
She worked at the Senate, a college too,
Her knowledge was vast, her color was blue.
One hell of a Nan,
Entrusted too few.

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POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Granny passed away XMAS day 2011. 'Pink Star' won the Kentucky Derby in 1907, the year Granny was born.
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