Grandma's House

Front porch swing with a gentle creak,

Morning sun kissing Grandma's cheek,

Bluebirds dance in the summer light,

Her love shining, making everything right.

Smell of pie cooling on the window sill,

Sunday supper, we get our fill,

Fireflies sparkle in the evening air,

Memories made, can't compare.

At Grandma's house, where the heart feels free,

Simple joys and a sweet cup of tea,

Laughter echoes through the old oak trees,

Grandma's house, where love's the key.

Quilted blankets on the feather bed,

Stories whispered as she pats my head,

Patchwork memories sewn with care,

Every stitch saying "I'll be there."

Garden rows in a perfect line,

Tomatoes ripen on the vine,

Old clock ticking by the fire's glow,

Time stands still, love continues to grow.

At Grandma's house, where the heart feels free,

Simple joys and a sweet cup of tea,

Laughter echoes through the old oak trees,

Grandma's house, where love's the key.