Words and Music by Nicolas Scott
© 2017
Verse 1
88 years spent with hope
And joy of what tomorrow will hold
The sun shining bright
Germinated life
The buds opened, the flowers were sold
Verse 2
Grew up in a grid-locked ghetto
Met her love in a dusty meadow
Lived with plows in her backyard
Sometimes life was hard
But he treated her right until he died
Refrain
She said, “I am ready, I am ready”
Hold back those tears
Soon I’ll get my fill
Oh I am ready, I’m sure not steady
When I close my eyes
I imagine you’re here still
Verse 3
A mother and a wife was her call
Breathing new life into us all
Feeding she did best
And made sure that we got our rest
Until the day her bed got bigger
Verse 4
Nothing could prepare her for this
Empty table, quiet house amiss
Her mind was all alone
Locked in her cell of stone
Less visitors came, the days grew darker
Inspiration
I wrote this song around a year after my Grandfather died in 2016. I saw how my Grandmother was mentally declining. I tried to tell her life story in 3 minutes.
This song was written on acoustic guitar and I just recently started playing it on piano, which can be a challenge when you don’t have a rhythm section.