My Grandma’s House

My Dad’s mother passed away when I was 19. I was very close to her and I wrote 2 poems for her funeral. This is 1 of them.

When I was just a little girl
I loved my grandma’s home
Her walls would echo warmth and love
Like lovely lines of poems

Behind her door was comfort found
And in her arms such peace
I’d sit to hear her voice for hours
Until her talking cease

There’s something ’bout the touch of love
That calms the soul inside
And gives such strength to stand behind
And helps the way to find

Such memories of that dear place
I hold within my heart
And though through years of changes past
These thoughts will never part