Thursday, April 26, 2007
Our tough old bird
Our emotions are mixed on this glorious, terrible, wonderful day,
You see our tough old bird spread her wings & flew away.
We see the people smile & say, 'She's in a better place,'
But it doesn't mend our shattered heart or fill the empty space.
For this tough old bird was one of a kind,
Known for her loving, laughing & speaking her mind.
Granny's door was always open to anyone in need,
She'd smile & say, "Come on in! I got a whole mess of beans."
Granny was always herself—nothing more—nothing less,
She treated everyone alike—you never felt 2nd best.
Hands that were worn & calloused could pull you into the warmest hug,
But would also 'warm your britches' when you needed some tough love.
Those hard-working hands fit Granny to a 'T',
The outside was rough—but inside…gentle as could be.
At first glance she was loud, tough & would put you in your place,
But you soon found it was always done with love—never hate.
We laugh at the things only Granny would do,
Like when she ran a 'gossiper' from her house with her trusty old broom.
Then the chemo wracked her body & her hair fell to the ground,
But it never touched her spirit-she wouldn't let it get her down.
Granny loved her family so much—they were her world,
The only One she loved more gave His life for her.
When it came time—in true Granny fashion—she didn't ask—she TOLD,
"Quit praying for me! You need to let me go home."
As she arrived the doors to Heaven flung open & Jesus grinned,
He grabbed her in a hug & said, "Come on in!"
She recognized the faces of loved ones gone before,
But her eyes searched for the one that meant so much more.
Then she saw her Merle with his arms opened wide,
He wrapped her in a hug & said, "Welcome to the other side."
Our tough old bird has one final thought,
"Here now, listen to this," she starts out.
"Don't dwell on my death—dry up those tears!
Remember the love & all the laughter we shared thru the years.
And when your time comes to cross to the other side,
I'll be right there waiting—with a piece of my pie!
One more thing—hey Satan—you can 'get thee behind,'
I'm dancing on the streets—VICTORY TODAY IS MINE!"
Tammy Brown 4/25/07
To Granny Chambers—whose light always shone so bright.
May you continue to shine…and lead us all Home.
