I like walking 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 pebble bright, a funny cloud,
Half hidden drops of dew.
Most people have to hurry,
They do not stop to see.
I’m glad that God made Grandma
Unrushed and young like me!
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