Grandma

     Ellis and I talked a couple of days ago and she said she was writing a song for her Granny today. Did I want to write a song for her Granny too? Or perhaps for my Granny? Of course I did, though I had no idea what I would say, or how I would say it (nothing unusual for me, frankly). I was a little bit apprehensive too. I didn’t know either of my grandmothers terribly well. They both lived on the west coast and I didn’t see them often. My Dad’s mother died when I was ten. She was a sweet woman who I’d met a few times and she made me a toy clown that hung in the window of my room for a long time
      My Baba I knew a bit better. She came out to visit us on occasion while she was still in good health and more over, her work is everywhere in my parents house. She was painter and a poet and I think she did a column for a newspaper in Palo Alto for a bit. She wrote and illustrated a children’s book for my brother (he’s the eldest) and painted a scene from “Wind in the Willows” on his dresser as well. She wasn’t the easiest person for me to know as a child, but she loved us and I’ve always admired her creativity. So, this is the song I wrote for her.