Memories of Gram's House
Gram, today we celebrate your birthday, so I decided to write you a poem
To tell how you were like my second mother, and your house, my second home
Many precious memories; my earliest one is sitting in the washtub taking a bath
Making cookies from leftover pie dough, sneaking over to see you by crawling on
the path
Meals at the picnic table, gliding on the porch swing on a warm summer night
And when Gump came home from work, how I loved to jump out to give him a
fright
Many hours of playtime I fondly recall; under the steps, I was in a plane flying high
Playing house in the yard with three rocks for my chairs, herding toy horses, as
the hours passed me by
Thanks for all those holiday meals, for encouraging me to read God's word when
I was young
Just for being such a wonderful grandma, giving me so many memories to
cherish in the years to come!
Love Always,
Tina
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