Night, Night


The bun in your hair, the freckles on your chest
Those are the shapes I love the best.
The wrinkles in your frown, the warmth of your grin
And that cute little dip in the center of your chin.
The way you made me giggle, and kissed my funny bone
Too bad the man in heaven, doesn't have a phone.
With those little green marbles staring down at me with joy
I'd pick a second with you, over my most favorite toy.
Before you were my grandma and now you are my angel
Maybe tonight you'll come by and rock my cradle.
Wishing you were here, although I know you are far
I bet you are up there dancing with the moon and the stars.
I have to say goodnight now, it's time for me to sleep
But don't you worry Grandma, I'm only yours to keep.

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