Hanging With the Grands

Eleven years ago tonight,
Our son and his new bride
Exchanged their vows to start their life
Together, side by side.

Today, they’re off to celebrate,
A mini-trip away
So with our grandkids (8 & 6)
We have the chance to stay.

It isn’t like the days gone by
When nanas merely cooked.
In modern days we Uber them
To every place they’re booked.

Today was soccer, tennis and
A trip to pick up glasses.
Tomorrow will be Hebrew school 
And thus, the weekend passes.

This time is like a yummy cake - 
The grands, of course, the frosting.
It’s totally delicious but
It’s totally exhausting.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Johnson Avatar
October 26, 2021 at 8:30 AM
Sometimes there's too much frosting. And then we need some milk. But soon enough we start to crave that cake that's topped with silk. As we indulge just one more time, no matter what it's costing.
Leffanta Avatar
October 24, 2021 at 11:26 AM
Yet you managed to squeeze in this masterpiece! Well done!
Callus Avatar
October 24, 2021 at 1:24 AM
I love this poem, Ilene! As a grandfather I can certainly relate to it...and I'm still grinning at the Uber mention :) The end stanza sums it all up :) ~ Regards // paul
Hankins Avatar
October 23, 2021 at 9:09 PM
Amazing the things we learn during these times with grandchildren, isn't it. We get the latest of what kids their ages are doing, watching, playing, and learning. Quite an education, eh?
Merryman Avatar
October 23, 2021 at 7:04 PM
An excellent slice of life poem, Ilene! My husband and I love to spend time with our grands but afterwards we are completely drained. Blessings, Kim M
Allison Avatar
October 23, 2021 at 5:18 PM
It may be exhausting ... but I know you wouldnt change a second of the time you are together... you have time to recuperate until the next time you granny sit:-) hugs jan xx
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