Granny's Thumb
Dear old granny was a true southern lady
In her faded flower sack dress it was ironed so neat
She was 5ft2 eyes of blue to remember her
My heart failed to need her most in her wisdom of words
If she told you something she was wise as an old hen
The blue flowers in the granite pots they had water leaks
She loved to see the spring flowers in the sun light
My daddy worked at the coal mines in Illinois early in his life
Granny's family came over on the Mayflower years ago
With her green thumb a few seeds to plant to watch them grow
She planted the old pots in the moonlight by the wood pile
In her spirit of mother nature of the morning dew while it falls
What master planters so full of beauty setting in the view
With her hair in a bun full of gray in a hot afternoon
Rest her soul on the mountain side in flocks of blue
Patiently she sings as i listen in her own loving designs
(c) Johanna Fields
'a blue flower in granite' Host msjewel
By Johanna Fields
© 2012 Johanna Fields
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