Grandma's Place

I sat there on those weathered boards

as 'welcome chimes' would ring -

Yes, grandma's place was special on

her old porch swing.

Her dinners were delicious,

her cookies she would bring,

as rich aromas found me on

her old porch swing.

At times the wooden seat was damp.

The morning dew would cling -

but I just had to sit there on

her old porch swing.

The chains, stressed on occasion,

that held a many thing.

Sat, all her friends and fam'ly, on

her old porch swing.

Served well those rusty bolts.

Though not for queen or king,

but all the folk were welcomed on

her old porch swing.

The conversations several -

the arm rest, everything -

as we discussed my problems on

her old porch swing.

Nothing makes my heart so glad

and nothing makes it sing,

until I think of grandma on

her old porch swing.

Many years have long since passed.

To memories, I will cling -

those days I sat with grandma on

her old porch swing.

The workers razed the homestead -

In fear, the birds took wing,

but always in my memory is -

her old porch swing.

Some say it wasn't special,

nor good for anything -

yet that's where I found Jesus - on

her old porch swing.

©2009 louis gander