I learned a lot from Grandma
She helped me become a man
When I thought I just couldn't make it
She always told me I can
She taught me all of life's lessons
While sitting at her breakfast nook
Some homemade cookies and a glass of milk
Was usually all it took
She told me all about Heaven
And the price we'd pay for sin
She always started her lessons with
"Let me see now, where do I begin?"
I really miss her cookies
And the stories she used to tell
She knew how to get my attention
I just couldn't resist that smell
Whenever I messed up really bad
And thought I'd gone too far
She'd just pour me another glass of milk
And reach for that cookie jar
My grandma's passed away now
But that cookie jar is on my shelf
And whenever I start to miss her
I just smile and help myself
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The end is sad
