My Gramma Hart
All the many things she does, whether they be great or simple.
Shows that Gramma Hart loves me.
(She has since I was just little)
“Gramma read us a story, please? The Mittens and the Three Little Kittens”
“It was about Rachel, Tiffany, Esther and Chan” . . .
All the many things she does, whether they be great or simple.
Shows that Gramma Hart loves me.
(She has since I was just little)
“Gramma read us a story, please? The Mittens and the Three Little Kittens”
“It was about Rachel, Tiffany, Esther and Chan” . . .
(She told them better than they were written)
Don’t go into the front room, Gramma’s hiding a prize.
“OK it’s time . . . . .Hot or Cold”
I’m sure it just lit up our eyes.
Sunday afternoon at Gramma’s house quickly turns into night.
Eating her dinners and sneaking a treat.
She makes everything just right.
“I love you a bushel and a peck!”
“Yes Dear. I’ll give you a quarter.”
My memories of her just go on and on.
What she’s given will last me forever.
Don’t go into the front room, Gramma’s hiding a prize.
“OK it’s time . . . . .Hot or Cold”
I’m sure it just lit up our eyes.
Sunday afternoon at Gramma’s house quickly turns into night.
Eating her dinners and sneaking a treat.
She makes everything just right.
“I love you a bushel and a peck!”
“Yes Dear. I’ll give you a quarter.”
My memories of her just go on and on.
What she’s given will last me forever.
Grandpa
“Grandpa let’s play cut the cheese!
You know – where we run all the way to the bridge”
"Well take hold of my finger and hold real tight. On your mark, get set, ghost!”
“Don’t you dare laugh, I say, or you’re going to make Grandpa cry”
Then he’d chase us and run throughout the house,
Just dying to shake a jaw!
“You know what will keep you healthy?” he’d say.
“Water! That’s all I drink”
Then he’s raise his canister from the brown fridge and refill it there at the sink.
My grandpa, he’s made of bananas and mush, Fig Newtons and milk chocolate too.
Grandma’s homemade vanilla ice cream.
But mostly . . . .Poor Man’s Stew.
Grandpa is really just a kid at heart.
His legacy will last us forever.
Not only in the music he writes,
But also in his grand kid’s laughter.
“Grandpa let’s play cut the cheese!
You know – where we run all the way to the bridge”
"Well take hold of my finger and hold real tight. On your mark, get set, ghost!”
“Don’t you dare laugh, I say, or you’re going to make Grandpa cry”
Then he’d chase us and run throughout the house,
Just dying to shake a jaw!
“You know what will keep you healthy?” he’d say.
“Water! That’s all I drink”
Then he’s raise his canister from the brown fridge and refill it there at the sink.
My grandpa, he’s made of bananas and mush, Fig Newtons and milk chocolate too.
Grandma’s homemade vanilla ice cream.
But mostly . . . .Poor Man’s Stew.
Grandpa is really just a kid at heart.
His legacy will last us forever.
Not only in the music he writes,
But also in his grand kid’s laughter.
4 comments:
You made tears come to my eyes. I'm so glad you have those memories. You're in my prayers.
This is beautifully written. I can feel the love you have for them in your words. My heart aches for you. We're praying that you have peace and comfort during your time of sorrow.
chan, i love those poems you wrote for them. i'm totally tearing up. we do have the sweetest granparents...
Chan, you are in our prayers. I just lost my Grandpa Smith in January, and I understand that loss. I know that you were close with your grandma Hart and she will always be near you and that your children will feel her love through you.
Love, Jul
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