She was just an old lady, 'er able to walk.
    ...All wrinkled and gray, a bit reluctant to talk.

She had nothing to offer of value, it seemed.
    Her most interesting moments were the visions she dreamed.

And although we all love her and paid due respect,
    She must have had heartaches, part, due to neglect.

And the dreams that she cherished, to help pass empty time,
    Weren't visions of future desires, such as mine.

But, rather, her dreams had, one-time, taken place;
    And now become memories, she could daily retrace.

They went back through the years, to the days, as a toddler,
    She'd smile at her Daddy, and he'd thank God for his daughter.

Each day, as he came-in from his work on the farm,
    She would wait by the screen-door, to jump into his arms.

She was just an old lady, 'er able to walk.
    But she could still hear her Daddy's voice, when he'd talk.

Of course she had memories of elegant times:
    When the young men would notice, and some even pine.

Of that one special day, when, dressed like a queen,
    She stood at an altar, to receive a gold-ring -

From a young man, so handsome, who had captured her heart,
    And promised that nothing could tear them apart.

And for years they were happy, 'til death took him, one day;
    And left her alone, in this world, here - to stay.

She was just an old lady, 'er able to walk.
    But she could still hear her husband's voice when he'd talk.

And then she had memories of being a mother,
    And teaching her children, to love sister and brother;

Of cold nights in winter, when she sat by the bed
    Of a child needing comfort, with a feverish head.

...Of a big dinner-table, with joy in the air,
    ...A time when all of the family was there.

And one day they grew up, and, just went their own way,
    But she'd still remember each one when she'd pray.

She was just an old lady, 'er able to walk.
    But she could still hear her children, when 'er they would talk.

And then came one day, which she knew would appear,
    When all of the trials, and all of the fear;

And all of the heartaches, that we all come to know,
    Would be taken away, and left here, below;

And all of the memories, and all of the dreams,
    Of Daddy's, and kisses; and babies, and queens,

Went with her, to Heaven, in a moment of time,
    And all her hard work, was left, here, behind.

Once again, she's a toddler, in her Daddy's arms.
    And she's happy, and warm, and safe from all harms;

No longer an old lady, 'er able to walk....
    She now strolls through Heaven, . . Shhh! . . . Hear her talk?