Spending so much time somewhere,

It seems like I live there,

Or maybe how fun it was,

As if I was at a playground.

    I was a child age five, 

And the playground i played at had changed,

It was no more fun,

My grandma was now an old witch,

Who kept herself silent and alone.

    For so much time my playground was closed,

For around 9 years the witch stayed alone,

Why would she act that way,

With no warning or explanation why.

    I turn 14,

Then she comes back to say hi,

No one has questions,

Everything seems fine.

    She's still a witch,

Or more a simple old lady,

The playground isn’t a playground,

Just a sour smelled old ladies home.