Gramma’s Tears


The rocking chair sits on the porch
The seat is empty it breaks my heart
The times i could have sat out here
But I was too busy ..I could see Grammas tear.
The apron hangs in the kitchen nook
I took advantage of the world famous cook
She cured my ills with hugs and kisses
She was the the doctor the nurse her medication was delicious
The cookie jar always had treats
Gramma made more than just those sweets
In Grammas eyes we could do no wrong
But she didn't accept the sympathy song
There was a line she would make us tow
I see now it was to help us grow
Into the men and women we are today
Make Gramma proud she would always say

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