I like walking with Grandma,
Her steps are short like mine.
She doesn't say, "Now hurry up,"
She always takes her time.
I like to walk with Grandma,
Her eyes see things like mine do.
Wee pebbles bright, a funny cloud,
Half hidden drops of dew.
Most people have to hurry,
They do not stop to see.
I'm glad that God made Grandma,
Un-rushed and young like me.
|Butterfly wall - 621 North La Cienega Blvd, West Hollywood|