1992 - Grandma Hunnicutt

I’ve never heard a sweeter sound

Than grandma singing next to me

Old time hymns in our small church

In rapturous tenor harmony.

Sometimes I’d stop my singing short

To listen to her lovely sound

I knew someday she would be gone

And I would have to stand alone.

I’ve never heard another voice

That sang a song like grandma did

I wish I would have listened more

To songs she sang and words she said.

In later years her hands went numb

And though she couldn’t feel a thing

She played her organ every day

Favorite hymns to which she’d sing.

A cheerful giver always she

Not only was her singing rare

Her special love for each of us

Assured us all that someone cared.