Grandma's Arms

I remember long ago when I was just a child Climbing into Grandma’s arms and the way she smiled She’d hold me close and rock me, kiss me on my head When I’d fall asleep she’d gently put me in my bed There was a coal stove in the kitchen used for cooking and for heat When Grandpa picked blueberries, she’d bake us a special treat For the little things in life, we would thank the Lord above We had more than what we needed, we were enriched by love While Grandma was doing wash, I would be playing on the floor Sometimes we’d take a walk down to the grocery store After supper she’d be tired and sit down in the rocking chair I’d climb into Grandma’s arms. I was always happy there.