Home from school in the hot summer sun
Ice cream at Grandma’s window
For my sister and me
A treat given with love.
Warm stone on our feet that are hard and dry
From joyful running and jumping
Along cobbled lanes
That wind through our village home.
While we eat she tells us of her life before
And how we to will be a grandma one day
And will do the same for our grandchildren
With ice creams at the window.
But you will live for ever Grandma
And you will always be here when we come.
She smiles and says she will
But deep down we know and are sad.
And then its home, licking our lips with joy
Another day in our for ever life,
With tomorrow to look forward to
And another ice cream at Grandma’s window.