19 July 2012
My grandmother spoke to me today, I went to see her in her flat. I barely see her so I went And drank some tea at that.
She told me a story, That touched my heart. A tale of her life That tore her apart.
At seventeen, she was forced into marriage, To a man whom she fell in love He broke her heart, sought other girls, Stricken, she turned to heaven above.
She joined the salvation army, To whom she served for years She vowed not to love a man again. But one man destroyed her fears.
Canadian soldiers, injured men Came dressed in uniform, full blue She cooked for them, made them tea She met a man, and what to do
She tried to keep her vows But a hurt man caught her eye. She bowed her head but he approached And took her by surprise
'Tea, my dear?' She giggled, shocked, and smiled She never forgot her vow, Though she held it for a while
Until one day he fell on his uninjured knee And asked her to be his bride. She said yes, of course, Or I wouldn't be alive.
Grandmother • Opuss № I