(Author Unknown)
I like to walk with Grandma,
Her steps are short like mine.
She doesn't say "Now hurry up."
She always takes her time.
I like to walk with Grandma,
Her eyes see things like mine do...
Wee pebbles bright, a funny cloud,
Half hidden drops of dew.
Most people have to hurry,
They do not stop and see...
I'm glad that God made Grandma,
Unrushed and young like me.