Lee Parent  
My grandma was a teller of stories. As a young child she would spend what seemed like hours telling stories to my cousins and me. We were greatly influenced by her stories. Years ago I decided to try my hand at writing songs and poetry, and one of the first things I wrote was this song about Grandma and her stories.



Tell Us A Story


I sat at the table in the kitchen last Sunday
Thinking about Grandma and the stories she'd tell
“Tell us a story! Tell us a story!
Come on please, Grandma”
Us young kids would yell.

So she'd wipe off the soapsuds and pour her some tea
And sit in her rocker with me on her knee
And tell us a story like no one else could
About adventurous young men who lived life so good.

And we'd all gather around as her story would begin
And her stories became dreams in the minds of young men
Now we're living those dreams the best way we can
But the living ain't exactly like the stories she'd spin.


My grandmother was something of a writer also. I have asked my mother to dig out some of the things Grandma wrote, and hopefully she or I will post excerpts from some of her writings on this site.
Sep 20th 2007 22:09