It’s another day in going to grandma’s house
It’s another day I’ll probably dread
She just has gotten too old for me
And she always smells too clean.
Our day will consist of baking cookies
And knitting like crazy,
Which I haven’t gotten fond of yet.
We’ll have the same, boring conversation
The ones about grandpa and the good ’ole days
The things I have no interest in.
But today she has surprised me with something new
A walk in the meadow she says
Now this should be a delight.
Oh how I love my grandma’s meadow
With its sweet air and honey sickles everywhere;
Leafy greens and bright skies.
We walk in the plushy meadow
Cross legged and all, we sit.
She talks and I listen
For it seems like hours.
And she has told me all the secrets of the land
I never felt so happy in my grandma’s meadow
Where I’ll live and my for fathers wives have
And so will my kin.