Granny1 min 337 1 min 337
I remember my old Grandma,
With wrinkles on her face,
I tell her a story of a thirsty crow,
And she says good girl in a voice low.
Grandma which is your favourite story?
I ask and she has some worry;
She is cooking her curry;
And say sorry... sorry...
Grandma which is your favourite poem I ask?
Home they brought the warrior dead,
She recites while she multitask;
I get ready for my bed.
She is lost in her memories;
Grandpa was an army man.