I have a pretty little tea cup,
I set it out to dry.
A pretty little teacup
That is there when I cry.
I cried when I first got it
From my dearest grand mama
Given to me as an heirloom
Before she passed through her comma.
She said, “Dear how I love you
And how beautiful you’ve become.
Let this teacup catch your tears
When you are feeling glum.
“And when you see this teacup,
Always think of me.
And each tear that it catches
Remember when I would nestle you on my knee.
“This teacup is my promise
Though fragile and delicate
That someday soon we will come together
When we meet at Heaven’s gate.”
And now that she is gone
I hold close my little cup
And when I feel alone,
I tend to find myself looking up.
My grandma, she is up there
And I know she’s looking down
I know she’s always watching
Which turns my smile from a frown.
My cup is not dry tonight
For I let Grandma catch my tears
I hug my cup, I hug her close tonight
How I have missed her throughout the years.
I love you my sweet grandma
I cannot wait to see you someday
Thank you for blessing me
In every single way.