In a home so small and clean
That smells of baked cookies and pies
There was a little pink room with a drawer’
So neat. Do i dare? But then, i took a peek!
There i saw hankies, piled just right.
Folded in blue and pin, clean and white.
Initialed “D” and “H” for grandma and grandpa... i think.
I remember the hankies in her pockets and purse,
We would see her clutching one at weddings and funerals.
As the pastor recited a verse, in her soft wrinkled hand
We would spy, the wiping of tears that fell from her eyes.
For we always knew, that sneaky ol’ grandpa had one in his pocket too!
But now grandma has passed, and here i sit with a box full of hankies
Piled just right, folded in blue and pink.
Clean and white, initialed “D” and “H” for Doris and Hubert..i think.
I remember her hankies in my pocket and purse.....