Rosie was my mother’s mother
And, to me, she was so much more
She was a woman that gave to me
A natural pride in being rich with love
While living and being white trash poor
She had a special wisdom and her own way
Of saying what earth and life meant
She sometimes would say:
We must look up into the heavens
Don’t ever put this life or earth above
Don’t turn your back on the Lord or love
Or trust your heart to anything less
Keep a strong heart and open mind
Not t’other way around
Don’t ask why chickens crossed the road
Ask first why the roosters won’t stay home
If there is honey in the cupboard
For you lovin’ bear – he won’t roam
But I could be wrong
Answers to questions are so troublin’
When the questions should not be spoken
When it comes to the heart – all get broken
Easy answers can hurt as much as the tough’ens
Pitchin’ pennies in the wishing well
Will only make them wet
If your heart believes in something enough
It will convince your head
Make sure it’s your bed you have made up
Before you lie down in it
Or you may get up with someone else
Love is not canned food, tend to it every day
You can’t just leave it sittin’ up on the shelf
What it took to get em – give it to em
If what your lookin’ to do is to keep em

Where is my Rosie – sleeping with God’s own
I need some simply truth, need painless remedy
But one won’t always guarantee the other be true
There are some things we must just go ahead and do
And pray that the sweet Lord will intercede
Where is my Rosie – praying to God for me

© 1997, 2017 Tim D. Coulter Sr.