GRANDMA SMILES
There's nothing like being a grandma
And watching your grandchildren grow;
There's nothing like watching your grandkids act up
And seeing your children eat crow.
Rememb'ring the times when my children
Just wore me right down to the nub;
They'd don their best clothes and then roll in the dirt
And I'd wrestle them into the tub.
I try to suppress all my giggles
When my grandkids are pitching a fit;
I wonder sometimes if they've cloned my own kids
Though it's something I'd never admit.
There were times when I'd spin in confusion
When my boys were just pulling my chain;
I think of those days when I'd drop in a heap
(I'm surprised that I'm left with a brain).
So, today I sit back in amusement
And watch while my sons tear their hair
As their kids do the same things that drove me half nuts
And I smile and think, "Boys, I've been there." |
