Joseph C. Dorffner, Sr., Grandmother</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=156.htm>Joseph C. Dorffner, Sr.</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Grandmother</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>There sits an old lady,<br>her hair full of gray.<br>Let me tell you of her,<br>that is if I may<br>Her flesh is all wrinkled,<br>it shows little tone.<br>Her frail tiny body,<br>so thin to the bone.<br>She stares into the distance,<br>her thoughts of the past.<br>Her days are now numbered,<br>she knows they won't last.<br>She's someone's Grandmother,<br>for she is not mine.<br>For mine has been departed,<br>for a long, long time.<br>I pray this lady not forgotten,<br>that someone soon to show.<br>Extending to her love and affection,<br>that loneliness she not know.<br>I pray they not put off,<br>too long and too late.<br>For God will soon call her,<br>up to that Pearly Gate.<br>There she will be,<br>far beyond their reach.<br>How well I do know,<br>this lesson that I preach.<br>I did not show mine,<br>all the love that was there.<br>Now I look back in sorrow,<br>my heart and soul I bare.<br>So don't wait someone,<br>until she is no more.<br>Else you find yourself,<br>standing at the same door.</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk156.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk156.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>