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Swinging on the porch swing early in the night,
Listening to crickets and watching fireflies light.
I loved to sit beside her and listen to her sing.
We could sit for hours on the ole porch swing.
Swinging on the porch swing early in the night,
Listening to crickets and watching fireflies light.
I loved to sit beside her and listen to her sing.
We could sit for hours on the ole porch swing.
She would sit and tell me stories for hours on end,
As I loved to listen about her family and friends.
The adventures I sat and listened to her tell
Would have me mesmerized and under her spell.
We became the best of friends, my grandma and me,
As we sat on the porch drinking our iced tea.
Wide-eyed and attentive, she listened very sincere
To my own little girl secrets from yesteryear.
I sat in bed beside her when God called her home that night.
So afraid to let her go, I held her hand so tight.
But I feel her with me still as I listen to her sing,
And once more we are together on the ole porch swing.
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