I Am Memaw
I Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen am a grandma.
Going crazy with worry about my grandbaby.
He keeps getting a rash so, to the doctor we dash.
Many times—
One day he looks better, maybe.
The next it is worse add fever to the curse.
What to do? What to do?
It’s 12:30 a.m. and I’m about to leave.
Going to the ER hoping for some relief.
His fever has stayed down for a day or so.
Now, it is way, way too low. I’m frantic.
All the while he either cries or smiles.
Confused…yes, that’s me.
A grandma confused by the weird rash,
Shall now off to the hospital dash.
Worried almost sick, myself,
Two older grandsons will be left behind.
Hubby will hold down the fort so to say.
School is tomorrow… Oops there’s more.
A doctor appointment tomorrow,
For his brother -
we’ll be going to a nearby town.
Time to say bye. Time to go.
He’s smiling, but I’m worried –
…Like grandmas do.
Who am I really?
Besides poet, artist, and gardener,
You'll find one spirited woman who
Jumps into family drama to help.
That’s me, Memaw Dane.
October 30, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
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