Memories of my youth
Flood over my soul
When I think of Grandma
They make me feel whole
Gathering at her house
With all the family there
We made lots of memories
For all of us to share

Lessons that she taught me
Guide me through the day
If I listened closely
I cannot go astray
Love and commitment
She drilled into me
Making the person I am
Just who I want to be

Grandma has many names
Each one has their chosen
But the name I want her called
Starts with love,
For she is warm and not frozen