TRIBUTE TO GRANDMA MARGARET

by Sally Meservy

In the winter of nineteen hundred and six

A baby was born in Lund.

Margaret Reid was her name and there wasn't a doubt

An exceptional life had begun.

She had only one child, but already

Her posterity numbers nineteen.

To each one she's been generous and caring,

She's the grandest Grandmother I've seen.

Her students in school will surely agree

We were given a good, solid start.

For 32 years she proved this to be true:

To teach, and teach well is an art.

The first year her son taught school in Lund

Was for Grandma, her year to retire.

But Grandma stop teaching? She hasn't stopped yet!

A quality we dearly admire.

For her gift of expression in writing and speech

She is highly renowned near and far.

Be it histories, tributes or readings

There's no end to her wide repertoire.

She takes after her father in keeping her yard

Neatly planted and beautifully groomed.

In the summer you'll find not a weed in her yard

Only hundreds of flowers in bloom.

She has spent many years renovating her home

Much credit to her can be given,

It's enjoyed by her family, her neighbors and friends

And it's lovely for Grandma to live in.

The smell of geraniums, a hollyhock doll,

Vacations and Frosty Rootbeer,

A trunk filled with clothes to dress up in,

Childhood memories make Grandma seem near.

I remember her slow, rhythmic counting

At the piano as she taught me to play.

She taught me to know and love music,

These memories will not fade away.

She may be getting older if you're counting the years

But Grandma's not one to look back

She continues to learn and keep busy

And her mind is as sharp as a tack.

It's hard writing a tribute to Grandma

When at writing it's she who's the master

She has lived such a fine and exemplary life

She'll be honored and loved ever after.