A song for Elizabeth Turner my grandmother
Kendra Legare - words/melody
Sky Michaels - music
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(Pickup sticks, Lipton tea, my fetish for purses…even the way I can turn the verses reminds me of you)
I woke up this morning with a smile upon my face
Cause I had a memory of being in your embrace
Like toast in the morning and early Lipton tea
Reminds me of you, reminds me of you
You gave every grandchild their own special name
I was your apple you said no one else could taste the same
And most childhood memories that fill my heart with joy
Reminds me of you; reminds me of you
Writing verse at the crack of dawn, when inspiration is coming on
Reminds me of you, reminds me of you
Familiar phrases you used to say, I find myself using everyday
Reminds me of you, reminds me of you
You were the first poet I ever knew
You wrote from the heart and the words rang true
And this gift of verse and song forever new
Reminds me of you, reminds me of you
You were a grand lady, even though you dressed plain
Been gone 15 years now, but everyone still knows your name
We sit and trade stories of the things you used to do
Reminds me of you, reminds me of you
It was so hard for me to write this song
You did so many things to make me belong
And if today I am strong….
Reminds of you, reminds me of you
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