Grandma's Music Box

Up on tiptoe, hands outstretched,
My fingers found the key,
Once,
Then twice,
A final twist—
And the music was set free!

I held my ear up close to hear
the magic that came out,
So happy was each tiny note
That gaily jumped about ;

Then, I quickly scrambled into bed
When Grandma climbed the stairs,
And lay there with the covers up,
All set to say my prayers;

I loved the smell
Of Grandma's hair
As she hugged me into bed,
And just before we went to sleep,
I turned to her and said,

"Thank you Grandma, you're the best,
You are so good to me;
Do you think, perhaps,
Just one more time,
You could turn the music key?"

Grandma's hands
Reached for the key,
The song leaped to her hand,
Once more she was a little girl,
The leader of her band;

She kissed my cheek
And gave a wink,
As she smiled at my delight;
She closed her eyes
Till the music stopped,
And then,
Turned out the light.
Edie Batstone