Grandmother's Darlings...
These grandchildren are my delight
But at the end of each exhausting day
When off to bed they're on their way
With great relief they're kissed goodnight
But its difficult to write poetry
When caring for these darling children
And this applies especially
When they won't do what they are bidden
If they squabble and brawl
Or have tantrums and bawl
I can’t hear my muse or rhyming words
choose
When perchance they are chidden
If they wail and yell creating mayhem
and hell
They really aren’t very nice
But when they are good and do what
they should
These angels would melt a heart of
ice
When they do what they are told
And don’t whine, or fuss or moan
They both behave as good as gold
Then they would melt a heart of stone
The clouds of tears will soon blow
over
Miraculous smiles come out like the
sun
And then when all is said and done
They’re dreadful – but they’re
dreadful fun
At night when they are fast asleep
Forgotten tears now dry
With curling lash on rosy cheek
They like sleeping cherubs lie
At the end of the day or the close of
the stay
We give them back and go on our way
With magic moments without measure
And memories we will ever treasure
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