I loved to visit Grandma's house
'Way back in the fifties
Every visit was a treat
'Cause she was really nifty
Setting good examples for us all
A dear, sweet woman, God bless her
And my very favorite thing to do
Was plunder through her dresser
Each drawer held a new adventure
I always wondered what I'd find
I never did feel guilty
'Cause Grandma didn't mind
On the top was a picture of Grandpa
Straight and proud in his uniform
He died in France in World War I
Lonely and far from home
Grandma's dresser set was silver-framed
She used to brush my hair
While I looked in her mirror
Imagining a grown-up girl in there
There were lacy handkerchiefs all solid white
With her monogram in satin thread
Frilly nightgowns neatly folded
And the flannel ones she wore in bed
Grandma always smelled so good
Like soap, perfume and flowers
Her drawers were filled with sweet sachet
That I could smell for hours
Oh, those wonderful, carefree times
Are etched in my memory
I carry one of her handkerchiefs now
It's my favorite accessory
Kathleen McCoy Eldridge
September 14, 2005
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