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.
