I wish I had my grandma with brown and wrinkled hands
Who knits and sews with yarn and lace frocks and hair bands
I wish I had my grandma who loves to cook and bake
Iced coffees and milk toffies and almond flavoured cake
I wish I had my grandma who sweeps with a besom broom
Who harvests her freshest yellow roses and keeps them in every room
I wish I had my grandma who dries all clothes in a line
Pretty frocks and handkerchiefs which most of them are mine
I wish I had my grandma who loves to listen to me
Who believes in my imaginary friends in my childish dreams
I wish I had my grandma who smells like the peels of lime
Whose hair is silver in a tight neat bun, and hums me a lullaby rhyme
Far, far away in another time where the sun is gold and high
Where the clouds are white, and the wind is cool, the sand is pearly white
In an old, old house with a red-tiled roof with curtains of peach lace
My grandma waits till I come home to greet me with an embrace