Granny’s Lemons
Granny’s eyes were failing,
Her head was foggy too,
When Spring came we went driving,
She stared out at the view.
The murmur of the engine,
The rattles & the hums,
The sunshine warming Granny’s face,
As Granny twiddled thumbs.
At some point on the journey,
Granny’s eyes would close,
Her head drooped, nodding gently,
The odd snore from her nose.
