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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem