I saw a friend down Main Street|
And at her front door she did sweep...
Oh, the memories she brought to me
Of yesterday's "used to be's"...
My grandma would take her old straw broom
And sweep up each and every room.
No fancy gadgets were her charms
Her energy came from her two arms.
My grandma lived a simple life
A ma of six, a farmer's wife,
She'd make sure her brood was fed
Before she would partake of bread.
It was after supper with the day complete
Plates washed, dried and stacked so neat
That the kitchen floor would get the straw,
Then the parlor, and then the hall.
But I knew that grandma's work was through
When the porch was swept, 'twas then I knew
That this was to be the last
Of Grandmas chores, of daily tasks,
When we saw her on that outside room
Sweeping the porch with her broom
I knew that soon she'd sit and rock
And thank the Lord for what she's got.
For it weren't pearls or a dress of frills
Or knicnaks on her window sills...
I knew from where her riches came
When she bowed her head
...and spoke His Name.
By Geri Moser, Innkeeper
Breath of Heaven B&B
Petersburg, West Virginia