Airda Jones

Rookie (Sept.17,1988 / US)

Plastic Mats And A Green Sofa - Poem by Airda Jones

This is dedicated to my Grandma, who I lost earlier this morning. It's more along the lines of lyrics instead of a poem but it has the same message for her...I love you grandma

There was a plastic mat
Right there inside of the door
Never got a speck of dirt inside
That's what it was for

Shoes came off
But she always welcomed you in
We'd sit and talk for hours
But she never really let you in

But there were those mornings sitting there
Hearing her laugh spread the room
There were the Christmas cards that said
I hope to see you soon
There was a gentle voice for a gentle soul
Inviting you into the home
She never got as close as others would of
But there were those mornings sitting on that green sofa

For years we never saw
What was hid behind that one door
But she invited us is further
That one sunny morn

Dad and her chattering while
My sis and I just chewed
On candy slices that were sugar coated
That afternoon
Oh if only she knew
How much I would miss

Those mornings sitting there
Hearing her laugh spread the room
There were the Christmas cards that said
I hope to see you soon
There was a gentle voice for a gentle soul
Inviting you into the home
She never got as close as others would of
But there were those mornings sitting on that green sofa

I still remember the first time
When we hugged good-bye
It was something so new
When I finally heard her say I love you

I couldn't help but smile and cry
Because, then I knew on the inside
She showed it in a different way
Oh, but she loved me very much everyday

Now when I spend the night at his place
And I come on over
My head fills with memories
When I see that piece of green furniture

All the days where I sat
Now only make me glad
For the time, with her, I had
And the times when

We had those mornings sitting there
Hearing her laugh spread the room
There were the Christmas cards that said
I hope to see you soon
There was a gentle voice for a gentle soul
Inviting you into the home
She never got as close as others would of
But there were those mornings sitting on that green sofa.


Comments about Plastic Mats And A Green Sofa by Airda Jones

  • (4/9/2008 3:51:00 PM)


    I am very sorry for your loss and this is a lovely tribute.I'm sure your grandma would be very proud, Nik x (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 9, 2008



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