Walking With Grandma
I like to walk with grandma,
her steps are short like mine.
She doesn't say "Now hurry up."
She always takes her time.
I like to walk with grandma,
her eyes see things like mine do...
Wee pebbles bright, a funny cloud,
Half hidden drops of dew,
Most people have to hurry,
They do not stop to see.
I'm glad God made grandma,
Unrushed and young like me.
her steps are short like mine.
She doesn't say "Now hurry up."
She always takes her time.
I like to walk with grandma,
her eyes see things like mine do...
Wee pebbles bright, a funny cloud,
Half hidden drops of dew,
Most people have to hurry,
They do not stop to see.
I'm glad God made grandma,
Unrushed and young like me.
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