Out there in the freezing cold Lo and Behold ! Stood our dear old grandfather He was waiting for grandmother Who had passed away a while ago But grandfather remembered not He thought she had wandered out To find twigs for the fire place So he cried out her name Lest she get lost in the fog As she searched for wood in the bog
I gently touched his shoulder Then bid him return home To wait for grandmother Reluctantly he followed me Then as we entered the room I saw a smile upon his face and Could have sworn that grandmother Was in our midst...
He gently lowered himself into a chair Right beside her empty one Then extending his hand As if to clutch hers tightly As peace and serenity Returned to his face Closing his dark brown eyes He softly murmured ' My dear I love you Never will we part again' His tired body slumped in the chair We could feel his spirit leaving the room He was reunited with grandmother
