Grandma's house .
Oh the wooden railing
And stairs .
Everything came down
To the way she touched
Me every day .
She was a treasure .
She could do anything
That had to be done .
She was a bridge builder
If you know what I mean .
The words said by grandma
Hold something special to me
Every day .
I have so much gratitude
For the foundation left by grandma .
Oh grand-ma I love you so .
By Brock
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