May
31
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 luv 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
were she is collected like a doll
When Grandma forgets I disappear,
she can only hear the lord, and waits for his special call