She rocks another baby... hums an age old lullabye She hopes no one is watching as with thanks, she starts to cry Remembering the time when the babies were her own And her mother told her gently too soon they would be grown Lots of bedtime stories, skinned knees, and tears to dry Teddy bears, toy trucks and dolls and kites up in the sky First days of school, first loves, first cars the proms, the wedding days Sand castles and snowball fights and teaching them to pray Now, as she holds her grandchild and gives thanks unto the Lord She knows to be a Grandma is motherhood's reward! --Author Unknown