I see beyond the walnut frame that surrounds my grandma's house
The artist left her magic on the old gray clapboard house
Brushmarks on the raised oil paint create their magic still
I can touch the red tomatoes ripening on the window sill
Inside the outside cellar door I can see the murky light
And feel the gentle softness that was like a summer night
As I look inside the kitchen door there's the salt crock blue on blue
It now sets in my kitchen among the things so new
A million dollars couldn't buy the wonders I recall
As I look into the picture that hangs upon my wall