I Remember These

In memory of my Grandma Hazel Jeanette, poet and lefse maker.

Here’s to the book we talked about creating together.

Mulberry stains on my fingers, grass stains on my knees

Meadowlark sings and the melody lingers

Trees sway in the breeze, I remember these

I had a bow and I had an arrow

My best friend the little cowboy next door

I traveled on trails, winding and narrow

Riding with Grandpa in the old red Falcon Ford

Buyin’ candy at the store


You paint the pictures and I’ll write the rhymes

Together we’ll tell them a tale

How memories can hold us through hard and good times

‘Til one day we pass through the veil

Lutefisk, I’ll pass, but please pass the lefse

With butter, and sugar, and warm

Lefse with brown spots, just like on Grandma’s arms

I remember Grandma’s arms wrapped around me

When she went away I was sure it was off to Norway

She always dreamed of going there someday

Then when I learned she’d not be returning

We’d visit at night when I’d pray

I remember what she’d say (Refrain)

I remember the day when I was a little older

Dad took in the bird with the broken wing

He made a soft nest, he’d feed her and hold her

The prayer and devotion he’d bring

It’s in every song I sing--that little bird’s a-winging

Gold light of the sun just as it’s streaming

Through silver clouds right after the rain

Sweet song of a bird, the stars that light our dreaming

Memories that sing a glad refrain are all along the lane  (Refrain)

Words and Music by Sara Thomsen
© 2007 Sara Thomsen