Grandmother’s Arms


When I looked into the mirror today, I was surprised to see
My Grandmother's arms seemed to be attached to me
The arms that cradled me as a baby
and held me tight to hug me good night
My Grandmother has gone to heaven
Her arms have stayed here with me.

I looked again at the arms in the mirror
Those grandmother arms attached to me
The ones that ache to cradle grand-babies
That are too far away to see.

These arms have missed out of a lot of cuddles and joy
They long to be with the grandchildren
To hold them tight
And cuddle them gently and say good night
The tears start to fall as I gaze at grandma's arms
I think of all the hugs they miss
Hoping someday soon, these grandma's arms are full again.

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