Call Me Old-Fashioned

I watched my grandmother’s world crumble and fall
As I grew older and lighter and tall
Her face faded with wisdom and rhyme
Erased with the deadly spines of time.

And here am I;
Not a farm girl
The oldest of but four.
I carry the remnants of her with me:
The desire for hard work and strong family.
The faith in God, the love for life
A daily toil, a surmounted strife.

And while the old-fashioned family burns
I wonder what lessons this generation learns
From MTV and the internet
From barbies and legos and gigapets.
Are we happy or not?
I couldn’t really say
But I mourned the day Grandmother passed away.