If I were granted any wish,
I’ll tell you what I’d do,…
I’d wish my kids were small again,
for just a month or two.
To hear their squeals of laughter,
to watch them while they play.
And when they ask me to join in,
I’d NOT say “Not today.”
To hug again their chubby frame,
to kiss away their tears,
and cherish childhood innocence’s
that’s washed away the years.
Then when it’s story time again,
I’d stay a little longer,
to answer questions, sing the songs,
so memories would be stronger.
But time is callous, wishes, myth,
yet God in all his wisdom,
has given me another chance
before I join his kingdom.
The face may not be just the same,
the name is changed, ’tis true,
but yet the smile that radiates,
reminds me so of you.
God must have known that Grandma
would need a chance or two.
For many little happy things
she hadn’t time to do.
So God gave love to Grandmas
to equal that before,
that, in effect embraces
those little lives she bore.
~~ Author Unknown