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Memories of fun at grandma and grandpa's.

Home Away From Home

© Terry Wheeler
I remember when we were little kids and
would stay at grandma and grandpa's
house all night.

We would get scolded when we talked in
bed until once again the room would
grow quiet.

Just when we thought we were out of
trouble, one of us would think of some-
thing funny to say. We could hear footsteps
coming down the hall, that meant that grandpa
was on his way.

Now grandma and grandpa could be quite
stern, but never could they be mean.
Mostly it was a lot of love that came
from them, that is what we had seen.

Finally we would settle down for the
night and before we knew it, it was the
next day. We weren't so anxious to get up
because we had talked the night away.

Grandma would yell, you kids get up,
Get out of bed it's time for you to eat.
We could already smell the biscuits,
bacon and eggs, we knew we were in for
quite a treat.

We were right because when we saw the
table set with all the goodies galore.
It only made us want to stay a grandma
and grandpa's house more and more and
more.

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Published: Feb 2006

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