Oh lord, where could she be?
Where would she have gone?
Grandma should be back
She’s been away much too long
We know she doesn’t always
Remember things these days
But she usually doesn’t wander
Around like local strays
We’ll look at all the places
That grandma usually goes
We love her oh so much
From white head to her toes
I can’t imagine Christmas
Without our Grandma dear
It would make my eyes well up
And I’d shed a sadness tear
Perhaps she’s at the store
Buying cookie-making stuff
Do you think we made her angry?
And she went off in a huff?
I pray that nothing terrible
Has happened to Grandma
If she’s caught in a snow-drift
We’ll just wait for a spring thaw!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem