The sounds of the Grandchildren
forever touch my heart.
Running and playing tag
playing hide and seek in the dark.
Ball games and checkers
Board games and riding bikes.
Giggling and laughter
float to my ears at night.
A smile on my lips
as I listen to them so dear.
What joy their innocent
voices bring.
Who would have thought
so long ago.
That they would bring happiness
not grief or woe.
As my children grew
and drew my nerves tight .
Too many friends over
on Friday and Saturday nights.
Renting movies
scarey ones at that.
Eating all that was in the kitchen
and wanting to grow fat.
Making me wish
I could run everyone home.
But the days have changed
and I have grew.
A Grandmother now
with a heart of one too.
Jan 26, 2011
Jan 26, 2011 at 2:13 PM UTC
The sounds of the Grandchildren
forever touch my heart.
Running and playing tag
playing hide and seek in the dark.
Ball games and checkers
Board games and riding bikes.
Giggling and laughter
float to my ears at night.
A smile on my lips
as I listen to them so dear.
What joy their innocent
voices bring.
Who would have thought
so long ago.
That they would bring happiness
not grief or woe.
As my children grew
and drew my nerves tight .
Too many friends over
on Friday and Saturday nights.
Renting movies
scarey ones at that.
Eating all that was in the kitchen
and wanting to grow fat.
Making me wish
I could run everyone home.
But the days have changed
and I have grew.
A Grandmother now
with a heart of one too.