Harris, Carole Benon (Nov 5, 1925 – May 8, 2000) by Michelle Wheatley Moon

Grandma Wheatley by Michelle Wheatley Moon

Grandma

When I went to your house

Some of the best times I had

Were lying on the bed

Hearing stories about my Dad

I knew you were great

Because you were the mother

Of my trouble-making Dad

And all of his brothers

A BB in the leg

A foot in the pie

You told stories so well

The hours flew by

We would visit your house

And run to the magic door

Because you were there

We knew treats were in store

Sometimes we played games

Or outside we went

The lilacs were in bloom

And you treasured the scent

We would gather some branches

And put them in a vase

The lavender blooms

Still put a smile on my face

You sang songs about puppies

And chocolate ice cream cones

And every year on my birthday

You called me on the phone

I miss your songs and poems

Your stories and your games

Without you here, Grandma

It just isn't the same.