Ode To Grandma

Ode To Grandma's She gazes out the window awaiting the arrival, Of the ones she depends for her very survival. It starts on the deck as a crescending rumble, The door is flung open and inside they all tumble. The baby's grabbed first and is smothered in kisses, again and again in case there are places she misses. The toddlers unable to wait in the line, Around her legs their little arms entwine. The adolecent may think hugs from grandma the worst, But remember if she doesn't do it she simply would burst. When a baby is born another life form takes hold, not small and young, but in comparison quite old. Just when she thinks the job of mum is all done, another career has started, a most important one. The role of a Grandma should not be defined, she can be rugged, sweet, demure or refined. One quality she has, surely must be, the ability to love each child equally. Imagine a world without any Grandma's, Earth would be desolate, akin to mars. No Probus, Senior Citz or CWA's No white line, seatbelts or YMCAS's. All things thought up by grannies with kids welfare in mind, They truely do keep up with the times. To a little girl Nanna is a soft cloud pillow of landing, When her heart is broken or life's been too demanding. Nanna can speak words of comfort and care, filled with love and compassion, her wisdom to share. To a little boy granny is the ultimate playmate, play cars, pirates, hide & seak, read books until late. With arms that can open as wide as the ocean, and enclose him with love in one big sweeping motion. As your eyes grow dim and your job is near done, take comfort that your seed is planted in the next one. As God has created with utter determination, That seed of Nannaship will be ripe for Germination. I am just a mere Pa