MY GRANDMA

My grandma sure is awful old,
But she makes cookies good,
She doesn't like to run and play,
But I sure wish she would.

She'll sit and color in my books,
And read a lot to me,
And talk about when she was small,
Like what it used to be.

Like when she used to walk to school,
In rain and in the snow,
How all the grades got in one room,
I sure would like to know.

I saw her take her teeth out once,
And gee; she sure looked funny,
When all her teeth come out at once,
She must get lots of money.

I like to see her sit and rock,
And maybe when I'm old,
I'll sit and tell my grandkids,
The stories she has told.

AUTHOR: Margaret Shankland 1984