Rock Of Ages Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

A godly and devoted woman,
my Grandma Patsy loved her family,
making a home, singing in the choir,
and taking care of Grandpa.
Plucky old gal too, one that suffered
more than her share to care enough
to pay the debts he'd left behind;
although she never seemed to mind.
Grandpa owned the town store;
he'd given away groceries and supplies
'on a tab' and fed hungry coal miners
and their families for years and years.
Took years before all was paid in full
such was her honor and self-respect;
but it was the devotion of their family
bought the Rock of Ages headstone.

They were both Rocks for the Ages.