walking with my grandfather

Walking through the woods that day
In red Louisiana clay
To me, he was a legend then.
So much more than other men.
One finger gone- a mystery...
fighting bears ferociously?
Or riding in Custer’s cavalry?
Yes, riding with the cavalry.
Though not at all a tallish size,
he towered in my boyish eyes.
His fingers traced an old oak tree
And found the etched words: “MY LUCY”
He said he carved them long ago.
He said, “I thought you’d like to know.
One day, you’ll walk among these trees
near croaking toads and buzzing bees
And know I loved Grandma Lucy
Oh yes I loved Maw-Maw Lucy.”

Comments

[Melodye]

We all loved that ole gal! Fiesty one she was! There are many times as I am cooking supper, I remember watermelon pickles, smothered okra, fried bream, french fried "irish potatoes" and ice tea. The poem started my day with a smile!

[Little M]

Boy do I miss them! I was pointing out Maw-maw in her younger days to Chris (without telling him who she was) and he said "Is that you, mom". Thanks for the memory.

[matt]

Thanks Sisters! Love ya'll.

[Sarah L. Howell]

Beautiful Matt . . .