Oh Grandma's Love
Street lights glowing,
snow flakes flying.
The crisp air so cold,
the presence of love bold.
The next bend in the road,
a story of love yet to unfold.
Coal smoke fues filled the air,
a smell I still now find so rare.
Christmas lights flickering nigh
I gasp at glimpses with sighs.
My so near grandma's house,
anticipations, warm and snuggling.
She with arms held out,
lovingly awaits my presence.
My anticipation rises,
of the unexpected surprises.
With the night senary glowing,
still the soft snow flakes blowing.
Linda Terrell
December 16, 2009
Holidays sometimes bring memories of fun of days gone by
My grandma is tucked neatly away in my childhood memories
When we would visit, when she just had to give us her special love.
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