Grandma It was a Saturday evening, all warmed by..

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Grandma It was a Saturday evening, all warmed by the sun. Cookies were being made, songs by the birds were being sung. Grandma was sweet to everyone, not afraid to interfere. This is why she made cookies - to help everyone feel the cheer. She'd play games with you and laugh the whole time, Never once, did I recall, she made you cry. Sweet Grandma, the memory so sweet, That the air scents with memory of something so inestimable. Remember us, Grandma, dear. I tell God every night to pass the message of the love I hear. I love you, Grandma. #lovetheinnocentfallen