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Grandma's House

Our team, Pat and Mike, pulled the wagon over rough ground.
When the iron wheel rolled over a stone, we bounced around.

On the way to Grandma’s house, our hearts would sing with joy.
A happy day loomed ahead, filled with freedom from daily toil.

Aunts, uncles and cousins filled up Grandma’s kitchen,
food for our bellies, playful lambs, and baby kittens.

Peals of laughter among parents visiting with each other,
far too busy to watch everything we could discover.

A small house bursting with love and uncommon harmony.
Sweet memories of where we learned the value of family.


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