Memories for a Grandchild

Here is where I first saw her, eating cotton candy at the fair.

There is where I first talked to her, it took a lot of guts.

Here is where we had our first date, we went to the drive in.

There is where we had our first kiss, it was like fireworks.

Here is where we were married, a small country church.

There is where our first house was, we spend hours fixing it up.

Here is where we grew our corn, before everything was bought up by big corporate farms.

There is where your grandma’s chickens were, they were sure a pain.

Here is where your mother was born, she was the most beautiful child I had ever seen.

There is where she first rode a horse, man was I proud.

Here is where I first took her fishing, and now I bring you.

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