My Grandma
I was my Grandma's favorite.
As a little girl I lived with my
Grandma at her nice and cozy home.
Grandpa died long before I came into this world.
Grandma loved to bake pies & cookies.
I'd curl up in her lap while she sat
in her rocking chair, and ate the fresh
slice of pie that she baked.
Grandma would sing to me in a low tone broken voice,
until I went to sleep with crumbs around my mouth.
And she would gently brush it off to avoid waking me up.
Grandma was very special to me.
I'd pick up flowers for her
around the neighborhood for her birthday.
Her face glowed with happiness
when she saw the bouquet I brought for her.
To me, Grandma was one of a kind.
As a little girl I lived with my
Grandma at her nice and cozy home.
Grandpa died long before I came into this world.
Grandma loved to bake pies & cookies.
I'd curl up in her lap while she sat
in her rocking chair, and ate the fresh
slice of pie that she baked.
Grandma would sing to me in a low tone broken voice,
until I went to sleep with crumbs around my mouth.
And she would gently brush it off to avoid waking me up.
Grandma was very special to me.
I'd pick up flowers for her
around the neighborhood for her birthday.
Her face glowed with happiness
when she saw the bouquet I brought for her.
To me, Grandma was one of a kind.
