When Grandma rocks my little heart settles in her song my tears are swallowed by her melodic voice. When Grandma cooks delicious smells linger all day long My tummy feels sweet rejoice. When Grandma gives she opens up the door to Christmas I am truly loved by Santa’s Queen. When Grandma wakes she plans with love and joy to guide me with her energy unseen. When Grandma laughs my innocence is cherished by memory’s that she holds dear. When Grandma cries she longs to be relished always wishing that Grandpa was near. When Grandma sits I visit the place she is stored; where she is collected like a doll. When Grandma forgets I disappear. She can only hear the lord and waits for his special call.
