Go tap tap tap,
No peace, no quiet,
no afternoon nap.
My grandchildren
tiny hurricanes
Storming my house,
shaking my brains.
They take a lot,
I cannot deny:
My time, my energy…
my wallet runs dry.
My shoes disappear without a trace.
I find them later in a flower vase.
The oldest one,
the bossy king,
Nearly seven,
knows everything.
Words come out a little rude,
But hey leadership needs attitude.
The others copy every sound,
A naughty chorus spinning round.
They shout one word,
then shout it twice
My living room becomes Miami Vice.
Still,
I watch them run and fight,
And laugh until I lose my sight.
Life moves fast
kids grow quick
One minute angels,
next minute chaos thick.
So let them jump,
and scream, and play
It’s cheaper than a gym anyway.
Seven little feet, wild and sweet…
And somehow still stepping on my feet.
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 1:32 AM UTC
Go tap tap tap,
No peace, no quiet,
no afternoon nap.
My grandchildren
tiny hurricanes
Storming my house,
shaking my brains.
They take a lot,
I cannot deny:
My time, my energy…
my wallet runs dry.
My shoes disappear without a trace.
I find them later in a flower vase.
The oldest one,
the bossy king,
Nearly seven,
knows everything.
Words come out a little rude,
But hey leadership needs attitude.
The others copy every sound,
A naughty chorus spinning round.
They shout one word,
then shout it twice
My living room becomes Miami Vice.
Still,
I watch them run and fight,
And laugh until I lose my sight.
Life moves fast
kids grow quick
One minute angels,
next minute chaos thick.
So let them jump,
and scream, and play
It’s cheaper than a gym anyway.
Seven little feet, wild and sweet…
And somehow still stepping on my feet.
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