Last week, Grandma Lucas celebrated her 83rd birthday. We took supper in, along with this poem, and gifts that went along with the poem. As the poem was read, different children presented her with a little gift that went along with that stanza--from packages of yeast and chocolate chips to a box of encouragement cards and potting soil.
Our grandma is an Everything,
You name it, she has been that thing.
Say, Laundry Woman, that is she,
Hanging up clothes quick as can be,
Washing the towels and the socks and the hose,
Scrubbing the spots right out of the clothes,
Then hanging each piece on the Amish-style lines
Out in the warm Colorado sunshine.
She dries them, irons them, hangs them up right
To be ready for wearing by day or by night.
Our grandma has spent nearly eighty years plus
Doing laundry for family and others of us.
Say Baker Woman, and that she sure is,
At baking muffins and bread she's a whiz,
Cookies and casseroles she knows how to make,
And certainly anybody's cute birthday cake!
Say "Cook," and you've got one the best of the batch,
Her scalloped potatoes are so hard to match.
Her ham and her chicken are hot on the plate
While her own homemade pies on the counters do wait.
Everyone gathers when whirly doughnuts she fries,
Spreading mint frosting with great, hungry eyes.
She's famed for her Christmas treats, more than one,
But especially the favorite, fresh sticky buns!
When funerals or potlucks need food by and by,
She's bringing in salad or jello or pie.
Say "Cleaning Lady" and you've got one of the best,
But now she's over eighty and has earned her rest.
She's cleaned at the church many times just for free,
Weeded the church flower gardens pretty as could be.
And she still vacuums and wipes crumbs and dusts,
And keeps all her kitchen from going to rust.
Say "Seamstress," and there's her sewing machine,
Making dress after dress and mending torn seams.
"Bargain Hunter's" a name that she wears o'er and o'er,
Finding best deals at the grocery store.
Say "Gardener," and she's had a garden for years.
Her lettuce and green beans deserved many cheers.
Gladioli and pansies grew everywhere
While rhubarb thrived under her knowledgable care.
Whether beets to be pickled or roses to pick,
Grandma was one to handle it quick.
She canned many jars of sweet jams and jellies
To put on her bread to fill hungry bellies,
And froze many cartons of applesauce sweet
And apricots, too, plums, and peaches to eat.
But her favorite of all was the sweetest, fresh berries,
Which she'd turn into pies with which to make merry.
Strawberries were her favorite, so red and so sweet,
And all over her kitchen, these berries you'd meet--
On toaster cover and wall hanging strawberries would smile
With more in the cupboards on her dishes in style!
Say "Lady of Mercy" and you've got one right here
Who chose many bouquets to bring the sick cheer,
While she wrote many notes and sent many cards
And cared about those for whom life was hard.
She was Sunday School secretary and treasurer, too,
Keeping records up to date, always faithful and true.
Say "Mother" and "Grandmother," and now she's Great-grand.
She's been "Painter" and "Driver" and good "Helping Hand."
She's "Nurse" and "Companion," "Good Wife" and "Friend."
The names for our Grandma have really no end.
But one I will end with, is one that we sing,
She's been bought by our Savior. She's a "Daughter of the King."
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