SING ME AN OLD-TIME SONG
Sing me an old-time song, Grandma
Said the child upon my knee
Then looking up, she smiled and said
Please sing one just for me
What do you want to hear, I asked
She handed me a book
Just pick one of my favorites
She said with, hopeful look
The book was old and quite well-worn
With favorites marked in blue
Some pages were marred by dog-ears
And scribbles someone drew
She loved to hear the songs within
And often sang along
She was quite entranced with music
And loved the rhymes in song
She knew we couldn’t stop at one
She knew I loved them, too
She knew that if we opened the book
I’d sing her quite a few
She smiled at all the happy ones
And I could hear her hum
But when I sang the old sad songs
A few warm tears would come
The years have passed . . . the book is hers
Someday a child will say
Sing me an old-time song, Grandma
Please sing for me today
9/4/88 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
2’nd … Arkansas NPD 1988
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