Grandma, your hair is like a halo that surrounds your face and glows. When you hold me in your arms, I almost see your wings fold. Why’d you fall down from heaven . . . didn’t you have a hold? Life’s interesting with a grandchild. Grandma, your kiss is like a whisper that trickles down to my toes and tickles me all over. I never want to lose you. What’s it like in heaven? Whisper softly your views. Grandma, in your arms it’s safe and warm . . . you take complete care of me; guide me safely every day. When I see you on bent knee calling God in heaven, you sound really happy. Who’s older? It’s O.K. to tell me! |
Copyright 2002
by Sandra S. Corona
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