Warm milk and honey by my bedside at night
A shoulder to lean on and hugs so tight
Stories from the past, both sad and bright
That's what I connect with Grandmother.
Wisdom and warmth and everything good
Coffee and cookies and tasty food
Someone that always understood
That's how I remember Grandmother.
She's gone since long, but I'll always treasure
The memory of her with love and pleasure
She gave me so much, and love without measure
I will always love you, Grandmother.
Copyright Marianne aka Songviolin 2001
