Grandma’s House
At Grandma’s house time slows,
adornments are outdated
and musty smells here and there.
At Grandma’s house I feel safe,
warm and wanted,
precious and loved.
At Grandma’s house, it’s all about me,
the games I like to play,
the food I like to eat,
the stories I like to read,
and the songs I like to sing.
At Grandma’s house I am so free to be myself,
dunked again into a bucket of goodness
like a chocolate dipped ice cream cone,
feeding my spirit with love and beauty,
grounding my life in love and beauty.
There’s no other place like Grandma’s house.
Take me there again.