Storms
When thunderstorms frightened us.
Grandma would hold us tight...
whispering don't be afraid.
The angels are bowling tonight.
Now, when thunderstorms roll
I hold my little ones tight
whispering, don't be afraid.
Grandma is bowling tonight.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2023
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