For the life of me
For the life of me I can’t explain
how I keep from going insane.
When the grand kids come on by
their boisterous noise just drains me dry.
They’re happy boys, but cause a riot.
And I’m to old, I need the quiet.
Does that make me a grumpy gran
for I love them dearly, all the clan.
It’s nice to see them, that’s truly so,
still, when they leave,
it’s truly nice to see them go.
Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2025
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