Grandma And Me


(This poem is dedicated
to Grandma's girls,
Skylar and Phoebe.)

Lo, children are an heritage of
the LORD: and the fruit of the
womb is his reward. Ps.127:3

I love to go to Grandma's house,
She has fun things for me to do!
She helps me make all sorts of things,
With sticks, and paint, and glue.

She says I'm her precious angel,
And I'm as pretty as can be,
We have so much fun together,
Just my Grandma and me.

Sometimes, we have a "girl day",
A time just the two of us can share.
Grandma paints my fingernails,
And curls and styles my hair.

Then she lets me play dress-up,
In some of her old clothes,
With her old jewelry, hats, and gloves,
I look really grown-up in those!

Grandma reads me lots of stories,
And tells me how thing used to be,
Way back in the olden days,
When she was a little girl, like me.

I watch Grandma as she crochets,
Making me a pretty sweater,
She gives me yarn, and lets me try,
But Grandma does it so much better!

Grandma even teaches me to how to cook,
I help her makes cookies and cake.
After supper, we eat them for dessert,
And Grandpa says they're great!

Grandma and Grandpa take me to church,
To learn about the Lord,
Grandma reads to me from the Bible,
Because it's God's Holy Word.

And as she tucks me in at night,
Grandma whispers, "I love you".
So when I say my bedtime prayers,
I thank God for Grandma, too!

2009 by Kathryn Brandon; all rights reserved.
This poem is my original work, and may not be
used in any manner without consent. Thank you.

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