In my memory I can define,
Grandma's house vivid in my mind.
A long little house quaint and unique,
In my memory I keep getting peeks.
White board siding could be found,
With each window trimmed in brown.
Across the front a porch and swing,
Where we would sit and sometimes sing.
Her most favorite place to be,
Was in her kitchen for all to see.
Us kids would be outback,
Playing games while she kept track.
I could always look up and see,
My sweet Grandma looking back at me.
Doing her chores and cooking so fine,
We always enjoyed dinner time.
If we looked hot as we played,
Out she'd come with good lemonade.
Served ice cold in the metal glasses,
Different colors for her lads and lassies.
She loved to have us visit her,
And all we kids could cause quite a stir.
She never complained or called us down,
Her grandkids were the best in town.
She seemed old way back then,
But I recall now with a great big grin.
She was younger than I am now,
Those days were just different somehow.
Life seemed easier and simpler too,
When I recall Grandma's kitchen view.
A place of love and caring it was,
Where the Lord smiled down from above.
© Shy Barr
April 25, 2007
~ Proverbs 31: 10 ~
Who can find a virtuous woman?
For her price is far above rubies.
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