The grandchildren thought of it as a palace.
Everything in it seemed so large.
The kitchen always had a warmth of something cooking.
You may not like what Grandma was cooking, but you always
Knew it was good for your health, if it was only
By the way she spoke with warmth of the natural beauty
Of the country, when she stood over the oven.
The living room was always alive.
The room had flowers and plants growing every where.
The TV was never turned off.
The window shades were never pulled.
Everything in it had a bright glow about it.
Oh! the bedroom we always wanted to take our naps
On the couch and watch TV, but Grand-ma knew us to well.
When we wouldn't sleep, she would pull out the hated rocker.
She would get us to sleep and put us in the bedroom.
If we woke-up we just layer there along with a clock
That always ticked me off, until she said it was time to get up.
The bathroom, was a place where we ran in and out of all the time.
Grandma taught us to use it, but even when we said and did some
Bad things, she would march us into the bathroom and wash
Our mouth out with soap, but no matter what room
We were in we knew Grandma loved us.
By Brock
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