Grandma Bunky her hair so soft and white
Red lipstick that’s cheek staining
Attitude and ***** but you’d better watch your tongue
Not to much a TV watcher
Didn’t think much of the neighbor Mr. Botcher
Mom to three, I miss her grandma kiss
Atop her game – back when she was “Miss”
Being trapped, staring from her chair
Unruffled by the grandkids as there were three and always there
Not a day goes by I don’t think of her and me
Kind strokes as she would brush my hair
Yes I could eat a cookie and sit in her big girl chair
Contest Entry for "Memories of Grandma"
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