Gramma's House

Gramma's house from parents
Is a wonderful and grand hide-away.
A place where reality is just a game
To act out and play.

They ride my back and try
To get to the top of my head.
They play hide and seek in my closets
And jump up and down on my bed

When they run with joy and open arms
Upon me they crawl.
I brace my self in hopes not to slip
Tumble and to the floor, fall.

Every time they see me
For some reason they scream with joy.
For some silly reason they seem to think
They have found a new toy.

I still hear the laughter
And the beautiful sound of voice ring.
How they showed me all the songs
They knew and could sing.

Now the toys are scattered
Around the room with tender loving care.
You can tell by the quietness
The children have been there.