Living in a small town
Everyone wants to know who you are,
"I'm Maxine Cardwell's granddaughter,"
Is what I've often said.
For most everybody's known her,
Been touched by her some way.
And everyone that's known her
Has something nice to say,
But she's not just someone I knew,
A teacher I once had,
She's my daddy's mother.
She's my Mammy Cardwell.
Mammy liked to watch us play.
She loved to see us learn.
She held us and she rocked us.
She read to us and taught us.
She let us just be kids.
She watched us grow and have our own.
We moved from fairy tales to deep talks about God.
From kid stuff to real adult conversation.
She loved us, how she loved us all
With a genuine love from the Lord
For she did unto the least of these.
She cared so very much.
She a life that's touched so many
A life that's part of us.
And there's no doubt in my mind
The words He has for her:
Well done, well done
My good and faithful servant.
Well done. Well done.
So now the legacy is ours
She left it for us to continue
That our children and grandchildren
Might be proud to claim us
When someone wants to know who they are.
~Maxine Cardwell October 24, 1921-December 12, 2010~
