The "Gramma" Queen

 

 

I will miss everyone as they leave tomorrow.  With Chuck still being in Toronto for another day, I will be by myself for the first time in twelve days.  There you have it---The Twelve Days of Christmas.

Most memorable for me has been the fun I've had with three of my six grandchildren.  Sometimes, it's been quite the challenge to find a spot where I could slip away for a quiet moment; our house being a small bungalow. 

Thinking about it, compels to write the following poem because sometimes, I can't help but laugh over some of the circumstances.

 

Grandma's Dilemma

 

They find me in the kitchen,

They find me at the pool:

They find me in the laundry-room,

Perched upon my stool.

 

They find me in the bathroom,

They find me nearly bare;

They find me doing push-ups,

They find me everywhere!

 

As I close my bedroom door

And lay upon the rug,

My sit-ups I must put on  hold;

They've come in for a hug.

 

They find me sometimes sleepy,

They find me in my bed;

They find me often on the phone,

"Grandma, we need to be fed!"

 

When I am in my office,

I make sure the door is closed;

Then, I hear a voice outside,

"Please help me find the hose."

 

"I want to squirt my sister'

She's being such a pest."

"Ah, Graham not now, honey,"

I've come in here to rest."

 

They find me 'cause they love me,

They find me 'cause they know;

I'm Grandma with the open arms,

Because I love THEM so!"