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GRANDPARENT POEMS In her neighborhood, the people said
She was getting old.
She smiled as she played with her hair.
She thought they would say that about her.
She was still young, her song would never be done.
As by the window, she did sit.
She had taken on the chin, with a grin
many of life's hits.
She had grit.
Whenever anybody said she was old, she had a fit.
A radio host said she was old;
She did not like that the most.
she was a caller at him, she did holler.
They realized their mistake, as she was not fake.
You see, she liked to watch TV.
She loved to send e-mail.
She wrote her grandchildren every day without fail.
It was a rule she never bent.
It would not matter the time spent.
She loved to take classes.
She had been invited to teach a class or two.
She made sure, every student, she did reach.
She loved it, and hated it when it was through.
She loved to write.
To her it was a delight.
Several people thought she was a nice light in
the night.
It was so wonderful to meet your Grandma and will look forward to her other titles as I roam your site on different days.
I have four grandchildren. Three boys and a girl. My daughter in October will give us our fifth, another little girl. Joseph is trying to put Grandma through Hell right now, and yet I cannot let him do the things he does. He is the one that will have the new little sister and the one grandchild I can be around. My Son's children are with him and his wife in California and it is about a ten hour drive. Their lives are full and my husband works thirteen hours a day so we seldom get to be around them. Our oldest Jacob, is really the only ones that knows who Grandma and Grandpa Gay are. To them all we are the Grandma and Grandpa that lives far away. A true sadness. I am drawn always when I visit you to your Grandparents writes. I hope that Joseph will have the same respect and love for myself as you hold for them.
Blessings,
Lesa