My Grandma
I had to write about my absolutely amazing 99 year old granny that still drives a car, paints, cooks, cleans, makes mozaic grout colorful pictures on table tops for example, and does stained glad metal frame works. And she never forgets a things. She is a miracle. I had to write this song.
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She drove away in an Uno on her 99th birthay
I swear to God, I actually mean what I say
I hope to be half of what she is when I'm 80 (if.. shouted from the side)
Cause I realised I'm getting older lately
She is a miracle, it might be in the genes
French descent the oldest person ever was 126 (also a lady... )
She's lucid, she drives, her sentences no gaps
Her memory is like a steeltrap
She has green thumbs, she grows her own veg
And beddings of flowers, white, pink, blue, red
Sh can cook her own food, she likes a clean house
She doesn't bend a knee to get something on the ground
She started new hobbies, for fun and to earn
It goes to show your never too old to learn
Like making iron frames and colourd glass
And mozaic tile pictures on any old jazz
Whenever I talk with her, over social apps on my my phone
She says it's okay, but she misses having me alone
Right there where she could hug me
Treat me, candy, cake and concersations over tea
Like her new friend the squirrel, running amok
In a retirment village where he is most out of luck
Some want him gone, grumpy trouble-starters
But hey, would you know it, the squirrel found a partner
And soon after, my gran being connected
She saw that one might be pregnant
By connected I just wanted to be very clear
I'm talking about the biggest, and she has his ear
So grandma as you are, 126 you'd beat I'd bet
You are so alive and spritely, and your too calm to fret
And if you don't reach 126, it doesn't change a thing
You're the best, and I remember how you used to sing
Fadeout
....sing me to sleep, my granny crooning
....you remind me of abba, so soothing
....and off I'd drift too lalaland
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