Betty Jane
A poem for Grandma, the real Queen of Spades
Published in
Dec 13, 2021
I cried a gully warsher when you left us
And sopped up them tears with buttermilk biscuits
I can’t say that you'd be pleased
I’ve kept a hankering for waller’n them babies
And, i swanee-
I miss your elbows and cheese
I wish we could sit and talk a spell
That my roses would always grow
That my beans were always fit to eat
And that you know I love you so