Memories of Gram's House

Gram, today we celebrate your birthday, so I decided to write you a poem To tell how you were like my second mother, and your house, my second home Many precious memories; my earliest one is sitting in the washtub taking a bath Making cookies from leftover pie dough, sneaking over to see you by crawling on the path Meals at the picnic table, gliding on the porch swing on a warm summer night And when Gump came home from work, how I loved to jump out to give him a fright Many hours of playtime I fondly recall; under the steps, I was in a plane flying high Playing house in the yard with three rocks for my chairs, herding toy horses, as the hours passed me by Thanks for all those holiday meals, for encouraging me to read God's word when I was young Just for being such a wonderful grandma, giving me so many memories to cherish in the years to come! Love Always, Tina