When I was a little girl
Maybe three or four
The thing I remember most
Is the bridle on my door.
My grandma got it for me
She knew my young girl’s heart
I longed for a horse to ride
So she swore to do her part.
She helped me hang that bridle up
When I was but three or four
It was worth more than gold to me
That bridle on my door.
There was not a single night
When I was but three or four
I didn’t thank my grandma
For the bridle on my door.
Each morning when I woke up
Before I got out of bed
I’d look at the bridle hanging there
And my imagination would be fed.
The years went by so fast
And I grew from child to girl
But the bridle hanging on the door
Was the center of my world.
Every night I went to sleep
The bridle came off the door
And went onto my lovely steed
And off we went to explore.
Off we flew to explore the stars
Around the moon and more
To be back by daybreak
Hanging the bridle on the door.
When my grandma left us
She shared this advice with me
This she said was very urgent
And this was a horse wisdom key.
Never use this bridle she said
To do harm or to punish
But to speak, ask, request, love
And to express a your wish.
I hope that I have listen well
And honored what she asked
That I have used the bridle
For its intended task.
There came that special day
I took the bridle from its place
As I was leaving home
And put it in my case.
Then came the magic day
The bridle from the door
Went over my horse’s head
I could not ask for more.
I only hope that to this day
I have lived up to grandma’s present
And used the bridle as the tool
Of communication that it was meant.
Thanks, Grandma
