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 couldn? t wait to get them, she couldn? t wait to see
 What 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 away
 She 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 me
 When she went to Heaven, I cried so many tears
 But she? s here in these letters, after all these years
 What she was doing and all about her friends
 What she was dreaming, places she had been
 What she had hoped for and things she? d like to see
 She wrote it in her letters and she mailed them off to me
 She wrote it in her letters and she mailed them off to me