For Grandma

There is beauty at the bay And as the waves crest You need to blow your sorrow away. When they crash, feel the spray And enjoy the sun set to the west That’s what grandma would say. Please do not go astray Please do not feel distressed You need to blow the sorrow away. Life is meant to be gay Go have fun with the rest That’s what grandma would say. She lived like child’s play Always with lots of zest You need to blow the sorrow away. You must remember every day How you are so very blessed That’s what grandma would say You need to blow the sorrow away.