minor key

Parting is such sweet sorrow, especially when grandchildren are involved.
We were all clustered in the foyer. We had finally corralled two active children and wrestled them into coats and shoes.
Car seats were being moved and rebuckled, and so in an effort to distract and fill time I turned to my grandson.
"Why don't you sing me a good- bye song," I suggested.
"Ok," he chirped. "Good- bye Grandma," he sang feelingly in a minor key. "Thank you for the nice dinner," he warbled like a tiny tenor. "I love you Grandma," the serenade continued.
A song produced on the spot, the lyrics and melody as original as the composer.