What Granny Would Say Poem by Charles Bernard

I watched her oiled lips as she spoke
Her bright eyes glowing as a flame
Stories of kings and queens
I was told under the moonlight
The morals she stressed
When life twists so badly
I think of what granny would say

The night often runs deep
I lay at her feet sleeping
Silent clasps of rosary
Cutting silence in the dark
Hushes of prayers hover
Heavenly bliss envelope us
Nights granny would pray on

With her eyes alone
She rebuked all my wrongs
Her anger screams to my heart
Without a word without a Cain
Often praises she whispered
When sadness looms
I think of what granny would say

The eyes that rebuked have dimmed
Her hands bonny and dry
Her back bent from years
Her hair all white
Her skin wrinkled
Even in her silence
Nourishing old age
I stare Longley at her lips
I wonder what granny would say.