Grandma, I Wish You Were Here

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🧁 Grandma, I Wish You Were Here


She lays the coffee table for six,

With lace so fine and quiet tricks.

Strawberry cake in slices wide,

Lemonade cups lined side by side.


She walks with grace through summer air,

Her crown of beauty—silver hair.

The scent of home is in her hands,

And love flows soft like garden strands.


The chairs all wait, the laughter hums,

But now the silence softly comes.

I close my eyes and see her near—

Oh Grandma… I wish you were here 

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