She Liked To Knit
On the old couch is where my grandmother would sit
Knowing that on it is where she would knit
Oh if I could share if I could only tell
The joy from her eyes I knew all too well
She would sleep on the couch and he would cover
Her from the cold room my dear old grandmother
When alzheimer's hit it would never be the same
From forgetting the time to forgetting my name
Shortly after she soon died
And he mourned forever for his bride
My grandfather approached a nearby guard
To put his old sweater on her graveyard
With that sweater he left a letter
Between you and this sweater my love you are better
This sweater is yours and here's where it belongs
Much like my love for you prolongs
Copyright © Nicholas Beddoo | Year Posted 2018
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