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Dolls & Horses lined the shelves,
On the wall at Grandma's Place.
Cloth Covered Tables were drapeing,
With decorative fancy lace.
The Candy bowl, was by Grandpa's chair,
A New Flavor in every Bite.
And Grandma, knitting a sweater,
With Kitty, checking it right.
Grandpa's favorite place was the Cellar,
With His Wines all lined in a Row,
He really liked his Hunting,
On the wall, was his trusty Bow.
The Boys were listening to Grandpa's Stories,
Of the travels of where he's all been,
The girl talk was in the Kitchen,
With Grandma, telling some secrets then.
As a little one, it was a very Long Trip,
Just a wee bit, down the road,
I figured by the time we got there,
We would all be getting old.
Grandma asked us to Pick some Berries,
She'd make us a little Snack,
She'd fire up the Old Wood Cook Stove,
Just about the time we got back.
Grandpa had a forge near the road,
In the shed, way out back,
That's where us kids, melted metal,
And little pieces of glass.
I miss the days, since Grandma went off to Heaven,
It really hurt so bad,
I was Just Eleven,
And they were the best Friends, I ever had,
And Grandpa, walking to Church next Sunday,
He looked so very Lost.
He just wandered off into Heaven,
While taking his Morning Walk.
Grandma's now sewing, big white pillows,
To hang in the great blue sky,
And Grandpa's now painting rainbows,
Made from his favorite wines.
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