I miss the days when I’d help my grandmother
Those were the days, I'd always cherish like no other
Hang the freshly washed clothes out in the sun to dry on the line
I used to enjoy helping my grandma all the time
They’d gently wave back and forth in the summer breeze for hours
Sitting on the porch swing, looking at the beautiful flowers
And we would return to get them when they were dry.
After, we ate homemade vanilla ice cream and blackberry pie
The clothes always smelled like a fresh spring morning
So nothing ever about this task was ever boring
We’d notice as we folded and put them away
That it was always quite late in the day
The sun is starting to go down on the horizon
Stars will come out as bright as diamonds
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
I miss the days when I’d help my grandmother
Those were the days, I'd always cherish like no other
Hang the freshly washed clothes out in the sun to dry on the line
I used to enjoy helping my grandma all the time
They’d gently wave back and forth in the summer breeze for hours
Sitting on the porch swing, looking at the beautiful flowers
And we would return to get them when they were dry.
After, we ate homemade vanilla ice cream and blackberry pie
The clothes always smelled like a fresh spring morning
So nothing ever about this task was ever boring
We’d notice as we folded and put them away
That it was always quite late in the day
The sun is starting to go down on the horizon
Stars will come out as bright as diamonds
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All Rights Reserved
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