Letters

When I was young, my grandma lived two hours away

When I first learned to write, I had a lot to say

I wrote her a letter every week

She couldnt wait to get them, she couldnt wait to seeWhat I was doing and all about my friends

What I was dreaming, places I had been

What I was hoping that I could be some day

I wrote it in my letters and I mailed them all awayShe always wrote me back, every single week

And how I loved to get her letters from the time I could read

Years later I was going through her things

And I found all the letters, she had saved for meWhen she went to Heaven, I cried so many tears

But shes here in these letters, after all these years