Grandma's loom

Your grandmom's loom

Weaves tales each night

Spinning snuggly blankets

Around your tiny round eyes

Your grandmom's loom

Has warps tied tight

One end - to her memories

And the other - into your gaze

Your grandmom's loom

Picks hues from her heart

And paints little roles

That scurry around your tiny thoughts

Your grandmom's loom

Culls rustic patterns from

Her peppermint jars

To add a sweet tinge to your waggling tongue

Your grandmom's loom

Rears cattle from hinterland

Talks of little girls in tiny towns

And walks through cities'  tall marvels

Your grandmom's loom

Sings stories from epics

Of great men and kings and often

Of your granddad, who fought his boss

Your grandmom's loom

Clasps your fingers gently

And walks you into warm worlds

Where time pauses, for you to catch up

And when you get to weave

I wanna watch close, my son

If the warps of your loom still smell sweet

Of pink flavors, from peppermint jars