Grandma's Memories

She was a small girl with pigtails and grace,

Her grandma by her side, with a smile on her face.

They'd sit on the porch, and watch the world go by,

Making memories that would never die.

She'd listen to stories of the past,

Of a simpler time, that would always last.

Her grandma's laughter, her gentle touch,

These memories, she'd cherish so much.

They'd pick berries in the field,

And make pies so delicious, they'd never yield.

They'd fish by the lake, with a worm on a hook,

And laugh when they caught nothing, but still they took.

She'd help her grandma tend to the garden,

Planting flowers, watching them grow and harden.

She'd learn how to sew, how to cook,

How to live life, with a heart that was good.

Now she's grown, with children of her own,

But those memories of her grandma, still shine and have grown.

She longs for the days, of her youth by her side,

And the love and laughter, that she cannot hide.

She visits her grandma's grave, every now and then,

And whispers a prayer, for a love that will never end.

For the memories of her grandma, will live on,

And the small girl, will always be drawn.