She entered her grandmother’s house
Standing along side a new coffeehouse
How she missed her delightful wit
Long hours enjoyed with her, she sit
Sharing jokes, reading, watching tv
The best day of the week was Sunday
They’d sit around the kitchen table
It wobbled and was a little unstable
Crossword puzzles a new one each week
Eagerly awaited, life never seemed bleak
Redolent with a mixture of lilac ‘n roses
A vase full, a mixture of favoured posies
Lingered yet and she pictured her there
Vibrant blue eyes, and small of stature
