Who's the one I come to when I need a soft place to land?
Who's the one I look to when I need a helpful hand?
My friend?
Did you know I have your baby curls,
And your crinkly eyes when I smile?
That joyful noise that erupts from within when I laugh,
Sounds very much like you.
Did you know about that too, my friend?
Do you know how I miss you when I am away?
That I ask about you nearly everyday?
I love you, Grandma.
You are my friend.
Who knows how special I am and thinks I am funny?
And laughs at my songs and tickles my tummy?
It's you, Grandma! You are my friend.
Pictured are three generations: Myriam, Grandma K and Great-Grandma H.
Peace out!
And as always (on Thursdays) this post was inspired by Mama Kat's Pretty Much World Famous Writing Workshop.
