One, Nine, and Sixteen
ONE, NINE AND SIXTEEN
The sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
For Grandma, this machine was a must
She would work long into the night
Making sure each stitch turned out right
The clothes she made, we were proud to wear
Not ashamed to be seen anywhere
Then one day, tragedy struck from afar
And many of our men marched off to war
The war years seemed like only yesterday
Countless lives were lost along the way
The lives that kept America free
From peril of those across the sea
Then one day, tragedy struck again
Grandma died .... our closest friend
Gone from us, the brightest spark
The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark
13 April 2018
For the contest sponsored by Viv Wigley
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