I recieved a Christmas card, but this was nothing new,
but in the card I read, the words that I love you
What was strange and hard to say, yes even for me,
The postmark on the envelope, dated nineteen-sixty-three

How it finally found me, remains a puzzle to me,
in the card my Grandma wrote, just love and you'll be free
My grandmother past away, the month just a after this date,
I never recieved the card, till now, thirty nine years too late

Just this morning, looking at pictures of days gone by
I came across my Grandmother, with a halo and started to cry
This wasn't on the picture before, not that I recall
and now with the Christmas card, I think I've seen it all

Her message was as plain as day, she's sending me her love
and now I know she's watching me, from heaven up above
I recall the final words my Grandma said, boy I love you true
now the final words upon the card read, boy I'm watching you
 

Dave W Hartman

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