It was the summer of 1982,
My most memorable 4th of July,
Family, friends, and neighbors packed the yard,
The last time Grandma Kate was alive,
She had a very special way,
To welcome all into her life,
From those who were always in trouble,
To Joyce, my soon to be wife,
Miss Kate as she was sometimes called,
Wiped the sweat from her bright red bandanna,
She worked hours preparing the meal,
The little ones called her Big Nana,
Everything always had to be perfect,
My grandmother had that old American pride,
From the special way she made that tasty fruit punch,
To her delicious homemade apple and lemon pie.
There are times when it seems like just
yesterday,
Yet many fourths have passed me by,
None will ever be as special,
Like those with Grandma Kate and I!
© 2000, Luke Easter
