We all trudge in, tired faces
Glowing in the porch light
Of the blue house
Although it's dark,
Grandpa is laughing and
Waving us into the house on the hill
The hill, on which I
Broke my leg
And so many games he
made up for us
Were played out
The weekend was fun
As we visited relatives
And came back at night
To eat his
Whole wheat bread
And health foods
But as we leave this place
Well taken care of
And loaded with gifts
I hear the chimes twinkling
Dying away
