I miss my Grandma Sevilla Wilson

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From: Patti Comfort <bellap@twinvalley.net>
Date: Wed, Jan 2, 2013 at 1:52 PM
Subject: what Grandma Willson wrote
To: Stacey Peter <potholderz4@gmail.com>

Written by your grandmother when your sister and Aubrey were in bed sleeping and your Dad and I went with grandpa to go pheasant hunting.   

Twas the day after Thanksgiving

And all through the place

Dirty glasses and dishes staring me in the face.

While grama and grampa and great-grandpapa

Have gone pheasant hunting

At a place quite far.

The three girls were sleeping

All snug in their nest

And only great-grandma to

Clean up the mess.

One more cup of coffee

One more cigarette.

I’ll wash and I’ll dust

And I’ll scrub and I’ll clean.

But I know the idea

Is only a dream.

Then the mighty hunters

Will come home from a far

And find me sitting

Just as I are.

So I just sit here

My thoughts on the roam

Oh how I wish

I was any place but home

        Sivilla Willson

              1976