She rocks another baby...
hums an age old lullabye
She hopes no one is watching
as with thanks, she starts to cry
Remembering the time
when the babies were her own
And her mother told her gently
too soon they would be grown
Lots of bedtime stories,
skinned knees, and tears to dry
Teddy bears, toy trucks and dolls
and kites up in the sky
First days of school, first loves, first cars
the proms, the wedding days
Sand castles and snowball fights
and teaching them to pray
Now, as she holds her grandchild
and gives thanks unto the Lord
She knows to be a Grandma
is motherhood's reward!

Author Unknown