Who will take grandma? Who will it be?

All of us WANT her,   I'm sure you'll agree

Let's call a meeting,   let's gather the clan

Let's get it settled as soon as we can


In such a big family there's certainly one

Willing to give her a place in the sun

Strange how we thought that she'd never wear out

But see how she walks, it's arthritis, no doubt


Her eyesight is faded, her memory's dim

She's apt to insist on the silliest whim

When people get older they become such a care

She must have a home, but the question is where?


Remember the days when she used to be spry

Baked her own cookies and made her own pie

Helped us with lessons and tended our seams

Kissed away troubles and mended our dreams

Wonderful Grandma! We all loved her so

Isn't it dreadful she's no place to go

One little corner is all she would need

A shoulder to cry on, her Bible to read


A chair by the window with sun coming through

Some pretty spring flowers still covered with dew

Who'll warm her with love so she won't mind the cold?

Oh, who will take Grandmother now that she's old?


What! Nobody wants her! Oh, yes, there is ONE

Willing to give her a place in the sun

Where she won't have to worry or wonder or doubt

And she won't be OUR problem to bother about


Pretty soon now, God will give her a bed

But who'll dry our tears when dear Grandma is dead?

An original poem by Clara Clark-Grantz 1910-1989
This poem may not be copied with out the written
permission of Mary Ann Hetrick ~