Grandma's Tales
I remember Grandma telling tales
in her ancient secret voice
of shining knights and spouting whales
and how Grandpa made his choice
Many times her tired eyes would dim
then burst forth with a special glow
as if they sang a happy hymn
to some treasured scene of long ago
Her face alive with laughter
she enfolds me in loving arms
this memory I will keep long after
I've forgotten her other magic charms
Copyright © Luann Pfost | Year Posted 2013
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