This was written by Linda Looney Please, do not take without permission




Esther Elizabeth Peddicord Fowler


My GrandMom


A large old grey house up on the hill

grandMa I can see you there still

In the yard with the chickens all around

Vegetables for winter growing from the ground.


To me you were always kind and good

Somehow you always understood

You listened to what I'd say

I miss you since you went away.

That house onthe hill meant more to me

Then anyplace else I'll ever be

It was there I learned to cope

In a life of black it gave me hope.


When you died I cried for me

Because I miss you so you see?

I didn't wish you back again

You are free from al harsh wind.


You are free from all your pain

Now for you no more praying for rain

You never need worry anymore

About what the next season holds in store.


Thank you for everything

You gave my heart wings

I still miss you now today

Still I wouldn't ask you to stay.


This was written by Linda Looney Please, do not take without permission