Grandma’s House

Let’s go to Grandma’s house
and eat homemade bread
listen to her stories
jump on her feather bed.

No internet or TV
just a beautiful forest
where we can run free.

I remember the field
with monarchs and been
flowers in the sun
as far as we could see.

Grandma’s been gone
for a very long time.
I’m grateful for her love
and these sweet memories
of mine.

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2 Responses to Grandma’s House

  1. Meryl Shie says:

    I love this ❤️


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