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
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