by Jhenna Matheson

Created on: April 22, 2008

If I were my Grandma's feet,
I'd help turn her right around,
to stop the backward sliding,
gaining back forgotten ground.

If I were my Grandma's feet,
we'd dance lively in the sea,
and splash in sparkling water,
scooping up lost memory.

If I were my Grandma's feet,
We'd launch into the sky,
soar right into the heavens,
never forced to wonder why.

If I were my Grandma's feet,
many pieces we would find,
a puzzle reconstructed,
to restore a broken mind.

If I were my Grandma's feet,
under trees we'd simply sway,
their names she'd now remember,
precious facts that slipped away.

If I were my Grandma's feet,
Life would always stay the same,
we'd find a peaceful pasture,
and she'd never lose my name.

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