Grama what kind am I

My little grandson went out to play some friends he went to find
Very soon was back again with tears that filled his eyes
When I asked him what was wrong my gramdson he did reply
They say my kind can’t play with them
Grama What kind am I?

My heart was really breaking for my little grandson that day
I wrapped my arms around him and wiped his tears away
I thought how cruel the world could be to someone oh so small
Just because his colour was different from them all

You ask me Matthew what kind are you Ill tell you what I see
I see a little boy who looks a lot like me
Whose smile is like the sunshine and brightens up my day
Whose heart is full of laughter and loves to run and play?

You are a Métis Metthew some day you’ll be a man
Hold you head up high stand tall and proud with pride
Stand tall and proud my native grandson and never run away
Stand tall and proud like the mighty oak
Stand tall and proud with pride

Written by
Dorothy Elaine Calvert
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