It’s just a make believe
Grandma’s love is a relieve
Lovely and full of pride
Wearing a Mona Lisa’s smile.
Everytime she meet with friends
She’s always proud of her grand children
Her stories is just a lullabye
Bringing sweet faces that justify.
Whenever a woman heart is gold
Gradma’s tale a treasure’s hold
A lullabye for a child so fragile
With her tale she quickly sleep well.
And when the rain comes
Grandma’s tale is a dish to savour
Though cold and lightning strike
The kids loves to listen on her lap.
Vicente A. Valdez Jr.