Poem For Grandma Tudor's Service

There’s a special place in my childhood
That felt so far away.
The drive was about 3 hours,
But always worth the wait.

This place was tucked away,
In the mountains full of snow.
One of my favorite dogs was there,
We called him Mo!

We were always greeted,
With kisses and hugs.
At bedtime we were tucked in,
With the warmth of hugs.

There was a special closet,
Filled with all our toys.
Puzzles, games and coloring books,
We made lots of noise.

The morning smell of cinnamon,
Filled the air in the house.
My favorite stuffed animal was there,
It was the cotton stuffed mouse.

We’d sneak a piece of gum,
From the secret kitchen drawer.
There was never a dull moment;
This place was not a bore.

Outside on the deck,
The humming birds were near.
The feeder was sweet and red,
They fluttered with such cheer.

During Christmas,
There was magic in the air.
I remember the Christmas tree and village,
Nothing could compare.

The house was filled
With warmth and love.
A wonderfully special place,
We never got sick of.

This safe place exists,
Without any flaws.

It’s one of my favorite places,
I call it grandmas.