At Grandma’s House

Poetry of chilhood memories at grandma’s house.

At grandma’s house when I was a child,

sweet memory stay a while.

I remember her loving touch.

I hope that she knew I loved her very much.

At grandma’s house I slept near the fireplace.

I still remember her sweet smiling face.

I use to play under the oak tree,

picking up acorns, my brother and me.

At grandma’s house when I was a child,

I wish I could go back and stay for a while.

I still can taste her Italian cooking.

I know that she really loved me.

At grandma’s house I shed no tears,

I knew her for twenty-three years.

At her house I had good times.

I didn’t know I’d have to tell her goodbye.

Today I cherish the sweet memories,

of all the good times of grandma and me.

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