Gram and Gramp . . . And Me

Gram and Gramp. And two of my siblings . . .
Gram was in the kitchen, cooking so efficiently,Gramp was in his easy chair and I was on his knee.Their kindly ways and gentle spirits touched so tenderly,Way back in the early days of Gram and Gramp . . . and me.
He was a rancher, cattleman; and honest to a 'T'.She helped and worked right by his side and served so faithfully.The two of them raised children strong and loved their family,E'en before those early days of Gram and Gramp . . . and me.
When I was four, my Grampa died; he passed on peacefully,Gram carried on as best she could, preserved his legacy.But when I stop and think at bit, I cannot help but see,There weren't enough of those early days of Gram and Gramp . . . and me.
My own Gram and Gramp` Stringam on their 50th wedding anniversary