Grandbabies
Oh, grandbabies
are so precious
And ever so delightful
and sweet
Giving their
grandmothers
A special
loving treat.
I became a grandmother
at 56
Which is older than most
But I kept up with him
Although I do not want
to boast.
He had just started
walking
At the tender age of
one
When he came to visit me
For a few hours of
fun.
My babies were not
this fast!
What are they putting
in their food?
I picked him up,
hugged and kissed him
Every chance
he slowed so I could.
The next day my body
hurt.
I couldn't
understand what I had done.
This grandma really
had a workout
In a day with a
child of one.
Guess I need to start
myself a program
Crawling, stooping,
bending a little each day
Like I were lifting
my bundle of love
So my muscles won't
hurt the next day.
Poem by Carol Barton
Copyright 2005 ~ Carol
Barton
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