I used to love sitting on the swing when you were around.
The yard was a flourishing oasis in the middle of town.
The colors were as vivid as a patchwork quilt.
Silence around-except for the gurgle of the fountain that Dad built.

As I looked at the beauty I always felt tranquil.
The day you went away, I felt it still.
If I close my eyes the memories of those days come rushing back.
The wonderful smell of supper wafting out the door still intact.

Sitting on the swing-the days tensions would melt away.
I'd watch my children and listen to the details of their wonderful day.
How they dressed in gypsy garb to eat pancakes shaped like Mickey Mouse.
A large box with a little decoration could easily become a playhouse.

You put so much magic in their childhood.
I know now that you always understood,
Children grow up much to fast.
And you must help them to use their imagination to make it last.

So you took them to a special place,
And you always gave them so much space.
A place where cellar doors could be slides,
And Grandma was always on their side.
A place you got dessert even if you didn't eat,
And drinking water was a game in which to compete.

Rules were made as you went along,
Elvis Presley was still singing his songs.
Bird watching, planting flowers, shelling peas,
You taught how the simple things can please.
A place where snowmen could be flat and smiles abound.
A very wonderful place when you were around.

Today as I walked through your garden,
I had a painful reminder that you went away,
The flowers are gone and in their place are weeds,
I don't even see the birds coming here to feed.
Sitting on the swing, words can't convey how my heart hurts today.
You were the MAGIC and you went away!

My children were very blessed to have wonderful grandparents..