Blah blah blah, old blue eyes shining bright, Rat Pack swinging, crooning in the night, Swaying to the rhythm, memories taking flight, Belting out a tune for grandma with all my might. Her eyes twinkle, a smile on her face,, Those classic songs transport her to a different place, Frank Sinatra's voice fills the room with grace, Time stands still, in this nostalgic embrace. In her living room, we dance like old times, Elvis on the radio, her favorite rhymes, The joy in her eyes, as she...