Memories Never Age

                                                       From the time she was a little sprout

                                                       She walked with a happy song

                                                       Old dirt roads were the common route

                                                       Where so many feet traveled upon

                                                       Walking hand and hand together

                                                       Her little grandma by her side

                                                       Eight short years seemed forever

                                                       A happy little girl with joy and pride

                                                       She came to learn so much more

                                                       As she listened along the way

                                                       Visiting many, walking to the store

                                                       Was the usual routine each day

                                                       Or sitting on an old fence rail

                                                       Eating an apple under the tree

                                                       Grandma gathering apples in her apron tail

                                                       The taste of that apple, what a memory

                                                       Skipping along, looking for a pretty rock

                                                       Running through the creek, busting it wide

                                                       Hardly a shoe, never a sock

                                                       Stumping her toes, she never cried

                                                       Her mouth running ninety miles an hour

                                                       Asking questions, curious as could be

                                                       Grabbing a crabapple, oh how sour

                                                       Her grandma warned her aimlessly

                                                       Walking to church many a time

                                                       And Decoration Day an annual event

                                                       Dinner on the ground a sure fire sign

                                                       The whole day they rejoiced and spent

                                                       So proud of her pretty, little church dress

                                                       Her mama made, especially for the day

                                                       And those pretty roses were the best

                                                       Sitting on the graves in a big bouquet

                                                       Carrying that little doll her grandma gave

                                                       With piercing eyes blue as the sky

                                                       The smallest things are worth the save

                                                       Worth more than money can buy

                                                       So many memories for a small girl

                                                       Tucked away of a few short years

                                                       Her grandma wasn't long for this world

                                                       Golden memories wipe away the tears

                                                       In her mind she'll never lose sight

                                                       Of her grandma on that distant shore

                                                       Her voice she still hears each night

                                                       Go to sleep now, tomorrow we'll do even more

                                                       Today she smiles with a happy heart

                                                       Turning back time and each cherished page

                                                       She and her grandma will never part

                                                       Although she's grown, memories never age

                                                       @ Susie Swanson, 2013

This is for my grandma with much love.. A few short years together seemed like a lifetime of memories and I hold them so dear. I think of her more often this time of year when her pretty roses are in bloom..

I will be taking a short break from Blogger next week. Taking my computer to the Computer Doctor for a tune up. Hoping that's all it'll be.. To the ones that I miss visiting your posts, I'll apoligize now and catch them later. I do look forward to each one of your posts and appreciate your sweet words and visits to mine. It means the world to me and I thank each one of you ... May God Bless, Susie