Grandma, I am wishing

I could visit you today.

Like when I was little

and came over for a stay.

 

How I loved your cookies

from the oven, nice and hot.

No one made them better

and I always ate a lot.

 

I remember, too, your kisses

when I would come to stay.

Especially the magic ones

that kissed my tears away.

 

If heaven really is a place

with joy beyond compare;

Cookies and your kisses

will be waiting for me there.