Her cheerful flowerpatch with colorful lilies and tulips,
filling my nostrils with it´s fresh frangrance whenever I come.
Her dog old, with grey fur and kind eyes like the ones of my grammy,
lying on the doorway and wagging his tail, always welcomes me with friendly barking.
Her delicious apple pie with it´s hot smell that warms my heart,
waiting on the window pane, in spring or fall, everytime.
Her library full of books old, with their dusty smell, smell of words forgotten,
fascinating and mysterious that place ever was, in times when I could not yet read.
Her old-fashioned house with the creaky floor and wrinkled wallpaper,
reminding me that nothing is everlasting.
To my grandma´s, to the place of my childhood I always like to come.
To that large street that seemed it never ends, in the eyes of little boy once I was.
Once I was, but not anymore.
Nothing is everlasting, nothing but love of my grandma.
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