Saints Poem by My Dad
My Dad writes poetry. Did I mention that? I didn't know he did until after I wrote a number of poems and then my Mom showed me the many, many poems Dad wrote to her. They were beautiful. Last night, he wrote another one, after the Saints' victory. I thought I'd share this with you... made me teary-eyed... THE LADY SMILES by: Lester J. Grimball The lady smiles once more As she had done, so many times In the moments past, before the Time of the tragedy, that seem To take her heart from her So many said, she was beyond repair But proven wrong were they, by she For she had a secret, only the ones That knew her, knew of this secret Of the Lady of New Orleans The color of her banner Change from purple, green and gold To the colors the "Saints" Bestowed on her, the black and gold Is now her banner, flying high Seems befitting, in a way, the black for The Black moments she had come through The Gold, the most cherished of possessions Known to man, now is her's to hold ...