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Saturday, February 22, 2014

My Grandma's Hall

My computer is getting worked on to get some bugs fixed. While I was on my old computer I found this poem I wrote many years ago. It was inspired by my grandma's hall lined with pictures and the stories she tells about each photograph. I came up with a somewhat fictional story to go with it.
 
MY GRANDMA’S HALL

Walking down my Grandma’s hall
We went back in time
Her whole life is hanging on these walls
She said, welcome to the good ole days
It’s black and white and my hair looks gray
Ooh, but it was blonde
This is your granddad holding my hand
God, I’ll never stop loving that man
Yeah love is the best thing on this earth
May God bless his soul
The best will always go first
 
Every picture has a story
Every memory has a thousand words
We have history running through our veins
Stories that have never been heard
And hiding inside all these frames
Are lessons someone else already learned
Every picture has a story
Every memory’s worth a thousand words 

Turning to the other side
She was out of breath
And as she wiped the tears from her eyes
She said, it don’t seem that long ago
We prayed for rain and the crops to grow
But it was too late
That’s our house behind my mom and dad
I won’t forget the hard times we had
Yeah, some of the memories still hurt
But we made it through
I know it could have been worse 

Every picture has a story
Every memory has a thousand words
We have history running through our veins
Stories that have never been heard
And hiding inside all these frames
Are lessons someone else already learned
Every picture has a story
Every memory’s worth a thousand words 

Someday I’ll walk down my hall
And go back in time
Grandkids will see my life on the walls
And I’ll say, these were the good ole days
There was right and wrong and some mistakes
Ooh, but it was fun
This is my Grandma standing with me
She’s who I hoped to grow up to be
Yeah, the best line that I ever heard
Was when Grandma said
Love’s the best thing on this earth 

Every picture has a story
Every memory has a thousand words
We have history running through our veins
Stories that have never been heard
And hiding inside all these frames
Are lessons someone else already learned
Every picture has a story
Every memory’s worth a thousand words 

Walking down my Grandma’s hall
We went back in time