Margaret "Marggie" Baughn

This was my Grandmother,

"Here's to the one who dream.
Foolish as they may seem

Here's to the hearts that ache.
Here's to the mess we make.

She captured a feeling.
A sky with no ceiling.
A sunset inside a frame.

She lived without liqueur,
And died with a flicker.

I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE FLAME.

Here's to the ones who dream.
Foolish as they may seem.

Here's to the hearts that ache.
Here's to the mess we make.

She told me.

A bit of madness is key .
To give us new colors to see.
Who knows where it will lead us,
And that why they need us.

So bring on the rebels, the ripples from pebbles,
The painters and poets and plays.

And here's to the fools who dream,
Crazy as they may seem

Here's to the hearts that break.
Here's to the mess we make.

I trace it all back to her."

--LA LA LAND