Eggs
on the platter, bacon on the grill,
Biscuits
in the oven, as we kids cover from the chill.
Grandpa’s
in his chair, a smile in his eye,
While
Grandma’s at the stove,
Getting
the last bacon to fry.
The
furnace vent found, we kids steal its heat,
Then
Grandpa rises up, as Grandma calls, “It’s time to eat”.
Laughing
to our chairs, we kids settle in,
As
Grandpa says his grace, Grandma bows her head in a grin.
No
playing with food, happy as we are,
Then
Grandma wipes my fingers and Grandpa lights up his cigar.
Rolling
on the floor, Grandma tucks my shirt,
Then
outside we kids run, to play with our trucks in the dirt.
Later,
near the woodshed’s door, Grandpa cuts kindling,
Since
he’s been gone all day, he hears what we’ve been playing in.
Then,
we kids get washed up, supper’s been made,
And
off to bed we must go, all day at Grandma’s we’ve stayed.
Days
like these are gone, but our hearts are filled.
We
kids now are the ones, warming all our Grandchildren’s chill.
Memories
are great, a lesson well taught,
Love’s
the best gift given, when by a loving heart it is brought.
Thank
you God for this, our Grandparent’s love,
They
knew what was needed, and we kids learned it came from above.
Yes,
thank you dear Lord,
‘twas
You all along.
Grandma
and Grandpa loved You,
And
now, me and mine,
In
You,
Are
where we belong.
Selah 
At Grandma’s by Ronhales Deuteronomy 4:9