J.R.V.A.

I woke to find the smell of bread
baking in the kitchen
My grandma was an early rise
the scones were in the making.

The sweet butter we poured it on
and jelly smeared all over
A glass of milk would wash it down
and then I'd have another.

My grand mama oh how she loved
to cook and feed us kids
The grilled cheese sandwich that she made
was magic from her fridge.

Grandma went to spend some time
in heaven with the angels
Now every time I smell fresh bread
Oh how my heart just swells.

I'll walk into the bakery
and close my eyes and dream
Of Grandmas pumpkin pie she made
all covered in whipped cream

Some day I think I might join with
my lovely old Grandma
We can sit and eat some scones,
and share em with Grandpa

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart