Flowers For Grandma

Watching out my window, To see what I could see, I saw my little grandchild, As happy as could be. She was walking through the meadow, Talking to the air, She seemed to think somebody, Was actually with her there. I saw her stop to listen, Then slowly tilt her head, I couldn’t help but wonder, What her friend had said. Then happily she started, Picking flowers of every kind, And made a beautiful bouquet, A nicer one you would never find. She then came running in the house, And gave them all to me, She said they are from grandpa, He said happy anniversary. 07.2.2013 Brenda Meier-Hans