Grandma's House - Poem by Amber Coleman
I remember Grandma's house,
Like I know my own.
I remember getting up,
At the crack of dawn.
I remember laying in the floor,
Just to get stepped on.
I remember drinking coffee,
With Grandma and Grandpa.
I remember before going to bed,
Making Grandma and Grandpa
Say Goodnight to each other
And to me.
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