I though I would re post this today as we all get ready to go over the river and through the woods.

 

There was a time in our lives

As you well know,

When there was a special place

Called Grandma's House.

On a quite street

Lined with proud old trees,

Was an aged two-story house

That meant so much to me,

Called Grandma's House

It was filled with love

That grandparents and grandchildern share.

And it was felt by all

Who entered there,

You knew it was a grandma's house.

Grandpa in his favorite chair

Watching "Gunsmoke" on TV,

And Grandma in the kitchen

Wanting to play cards with me,

This was Grandmas House.

Aunts, uncles, and cousins

All gathered for a holiday,

Made Thanksgiving and Christmas

Unique in a way,

Know only to Grandmas House.

First Grandpa then Grandma

Sadly I say -have died,

And no one knows how much

We individually cried,

To loose what was special about Grandma's House

The memories are with me

As I age and I roam,

About the qualities essential

To make a house a home.

Shared by all at Grandma's House.

I'm thankful I knew my Grandma's House.

9-12-1982

©Estate of Jack Archambault 2007