I sit alone in my garden
Remembering years gone by,
And all the love you gave me
I know will never die.

You took me in and rocked me
In your loving arms
Vowing to protect me
From the world and all itís harms.

When I grew a little older,
At the closing of each day
Bowing down beside my bed
You taught me how to pray.

Many years have come and gone
Since I saw you last
But in my heart are memories
Of a loving, distant past.

When I see you up in heaven
Singing with the angelís band;
I will tell you, dear grandmother,
As my mother; you were more than grand.

© Lora Cox


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