Cresco 1A

It's been two years, and two years been hard
His place at the table sits empty
She misses lying in his arms
The taxes and operations don't make sense
She feels uprooted like they had to do
With a couple miles of fence
They used to line the farm
Arteries and proof of its function
59 years together
She stands alone now at this junction
But no grandson wants to hear his grandma
Say she's lonesome
No grandma wants her grandson
To see her less than strong
But no one wants to sleep alone all winter
6 months here in the midwest
They last 5 months too long
The farm dog's walk is stiff and arthritic
His coat now old and grey
There's a plot set aside in the backyard
For when he has to pass away
And she can't bear the thought
Of her old friend's imminent departure
Proof of the man that they both loved
And followed through years and hardship
Each day this place changes more and more
Renter's now tend the cropland
She can't stand the bathroom floor
Where she sat him down for a haircut
And there came the palpitations
A part of their home now a scene of loss
And failed resuscitations
And every grandma wants to hold her grandson's hand
And every grandson wants to prove to her
That he's become a decent man
And all along these winter's get no better
"My darling, these winter's won't last forever"
These winds blow in fast and blow in cold
Until today I did not know
How much this place was home
There's a strength in you
I can only hope grows in me
A hopeful part of our family's history
The wind blew in today with such ease
I turn my head up from his gravestone
Amidst the fallen leaves
And though I'm not a man of God
There's nothing that I want more
Then when your final day comes
He waits for you on Iowa shores
That when your final day comes
He waits for you on Iowa shores