A small child’s giggle as they are tickled beyond pain,
Ironically brings pleasure too the ones inflicting the game.
The rub under the chin, the pinch of the cheek, the tickle of tiny feet.
The silly rhymes we say as we torture them endlessly.
This little piggy went to market, this little chinny, chin, chin
Giggles and high pitched screeches come out
And the games begin, grandma playing with her next generation
Memories have now begun. Tunes will stay in their little heads
Why do I hum this tune when awake or asleep?
Someone is watching over me with peaceful notes
That calm my restless and tired body, even though…………
Sing to me, never let the notes drift away
It helps me dream tomorrow will be a better day
My belly is full, my heart is content
I am complete with this attention.
The touch of your warm hand stroking my locks
The rocking you do while holding me in your arms
The touch of a fleece blanket you have wrapped me in
Tomorrow , yes will bring me home again.
I promise if you will too, never to be apart despite our miles
I will always let you know, how much I remember your songs
And the warmth I always felt being held in your arms
And the smell of your breath upon my lips and cheeks
Your kisses of—- GOODNIGHT my sweet!
the memories created with a grandmother
memories given back to a grandmother
bonds made with music, lullaby’s, cuddling, and genuine love
Written by: linmarie-07/22/2010
my motherly, grandmotherly emotions just flowing from me,, because my family rocks with love.