This was a song I wrote for my Grandmother when she at 91 years of age had to finally be placed in a nursing home as my Mom could no longer give her the care she needed.  She remained there till age 96 when she passed away.  Everyone affectionately called her, Granny Deans.  I humbly sang and played tribute to this great lady the day of her funeral .

 This poem/song is dedicated to all the Granny Deans everywhere who instill wonderful memories in their grandchildren and those around them.

 

Ode to Granny Deans

(Deborah Taylor)

 

This song is for a lady

by the name of Granny Deans

To me she is more royal

than all of England's queens

She has no wealth or diamonds

no riches you can see

Her wealth doesn't lie in earthly realms

but in the love that she gives to me

 

She'd sit and rock in her rocking chair

singing "Bringing in the Sheaves"

She always tried to live her life

the way the Lord and she believed

And each and every day she'd pray

for all her family's needs

And we've all been blessed by the many prayers

said for us by Granny Deans

 

Now she's ninety-one and holding

though her eyes are growing dim

And she talks about the good ole days

cause she can only remember them

She sees me as a child again

still sitting at her knee

So I go back with her

and recall the ways

I've been loved by my Granny Deans

 

She'd lift the lid of her cedar chest

she kept all her memories there

A worn and tattered handkerchief

from a boy who once cared

So I'd go exploring through her past

reliving all those scenes

Learning 'bout the other folks

Who've been loved by my Granny Deans

 

Her cookie jar was always full

so was the candy dish

She'd save the breastbone from the hen

so she and I could make a wish

And I'd always wish that I'd have her near

for a million trillion years

And I always will cause my heart's been filled

With the love of my Granny Deans

 

Now she's ninety-one and holding

though her eyes are growing dim

And she talks about the good ole days

cause she can only remember them

She sees me as a child again

still sitting at her knee

So I go back with her

and recall the ways

I've been loved by my Granny Deans

 

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