Strawberry Milk

strawberries-and-milk

When I was just a boy, a wee little lad

sometimes when I was gloomy, sorry and sad

my grandmother would smile and wave me close

in the kitchen we would go for a happy little dose

she would slice and cut a big old glass

of red plump berries to pour in fast

good old milk and together they tasted fine

my child’s mood lifted my face to a shine

strawberry milk always did the trick

the concoction got me through even when I was sick

it reminds me of her and all her sweet love

I feel her smiling from the heavens above

 

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