Grandmother, stroke my hair until I fall asleep
Like the late nights when mother would come home stumbling
Hold me in your lap and let me tell you my childish secrets,
My wishes and hopes and dreams.
Grandmother, teach me to color inside the lines,
With a picture of a woman holding a banner covered in hearts.
And walk with me on a dirt path
That leads to our small home.
Grandmother, open your wondrous blue eyes again,
The eyes that hold my childhood.
And bring me back to those days.
When everything was blissful
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 3:18 PM UTC
Grandmother, stroke my hair until I fall asleep
Like the late nights when mother would come home stumbling
Hold me in your lap and let me tell you my childish secrets,
My wishes and hopes and dreams.
Grandmother, teach me to color inside the lines,
With a picture of a woman holding a banner covered in hearts.
And walk with me on a dirt path
That leads to our small home.
Grandmother, open your wondrous blue eyes again,
The eyes that hold my childhood.
And bring me back to those days.
When everything was blissful