Poetry Month: Day Seven

Today I have family coming to town. My aunt DuhDuh (her real name is Karen but we haven't called her that in years) a cousin who doubles as a childhood friend and her two daughters who also double as childhood friends for Riley Wren. While today's poem is entitled Granny, my own Granny cannot visit me this side of eternity. DuhDuh is her daughter though and most worthy to carry her spirit with her ere she goes. It should be noted that Granny was known as a storyteller... the very best kind who make stories come alive, endure, and get passed down along with all the other family heirlooms.

GRANNY

James Whitcomb Riley

Granny’s come to our house,

And ho! my lawzy-daisy!

All the childern round the place

Is ist a-runnin’ crazy!

Fetched a cake fer little Jake,

And fetched a pie fer Nanny,

And fetched a pear fer all the pack

That runs to kiss their Granny!

Lucy Ellen’s in her lap,

And Wade and Silas Walker

Both’s a-ridin’ on her foot,

And ’Pollos on the rocker;

And Marthy’s twins, from Aunt Marinn’s,

And little Orphant Annie,

All’s a-eatin’ gingerbread

And giggle-un at Granny!

Tells us all the fairy tales

Ever thought er wundered—

And ’bundance o’ other stories—

Bet she knows a hunderd!—

Bob’s the one fer “Whittington,”

And "Golden Locks" fer Fanny!

Hear ’em laugh and clap their hands,

Listenin’ at Granny!

“Jack the Giant-Killer” ’s good;

And “Bean-Stalk” ’s another!—

So’s the one of “Cinderell’”

And her old godmother;—

That-un’s best of all the rest—

Bestest one of any,—

Where the mices scampers home

Like we runs to Granny!