On a winding mountain road, a little house stood,

The color of vanilla frosting and snow clouds.

A green door beckoned us in,

The smell of cookies waiting through the window.

My grandmother would give us hugs

And offer us cookies.

A little black dog bounced around our feet

As mischievous as my grandmas smile.

We would go to the snow not far away

And make a snowman together.

Then we'd have have hot chocolate,

And she'd smile at me.

These are memories now, from years ago.

I wish I could go back in time

And see her again, just once more,

And feel her wrinkled hands brush my cheek.

Now she's far away with all her family,

Looking down at us and smiling.

I hope she smiles as much now

As she did back then.

a/n This is (obviously) about my grandma. She passed away December 23. She one of the most courageous, stubborn, independent and fiercely loving people I have ever known.