Grand Kids

Written May 30, 2011

After My Grandkids Visited

Your favorite chair is covered with biscuit crumb,

When your grandkids come;

Set high precious souvenirs,

Away from tiny hands, the Dears.

The floor is sticky from spit up drops,

And God knows what else flops;

Whirling Dervish without trying,

Things not nailed down go flying.

A blur of color as they go by,

Cyclonic energy just 2 feet high;

Crayons draw on nearby wall,

Mark how soon they grow tall.

Today is but a moment in your day,

Till they are grown and gone away;

And night may follow day without a care,

And soon they are pushing your wheel chair.

And you leave crumbs and spit up too,

They get the chance to care for you;

Grandkids are heavens’ dove,

Sent to earth to share their love.

Sincerely,

A Guest in the Stork’s Nest ~ 

Grandpapa