Being a Grandparent

Explaining grandkids to your friends Who have none is, I find, Like trying to describe chartreuse To someone who is blind. For your grandkids bring out feelings That nobody else can match, Laying bare an itch you never knew You had, but now can scratch. As a parent, you experience The fiercest love and pride Intertwined with the anxiety That childhood does provide. Though when one becomes a nana (Or whatever term you pick), All you’ve learned plus new beginnings Come together with a click. There’s a closeness through your child But a paramount remove, So you have a chance to bond and kvell* With nothing left to prove. Yet before I had my grandkids, I would surely have dismissed Ever needing them, but now I know The joy I would have missed. *to beam with pride and joy