8.17.2012

raise the roof

Thank God I'm young enough and strong enough
And child enough to feel the urge
To sing.
They say, because I cannot have the griefs,
The sorrows, trials of the years,
I sing.
Please God, when I am old and know
The worst that life can give, I still
May sing.
  
(A poem written by my grandmother when she was a young woman.)