I feel like I’m addicted
But it’s not to any drugs.
If you’re a brand-new grandma,
You’ll give nods and knowing shrugs.
For a baby born to one of yours,
Especially the first,
Opens such a flood of feeling
That you feel like you could burst.
Though I’m sure I’ll wean myself away
As time goes through its ticks,
Meanwhile I must visit Henry
Just to have my daily fix.