Collect me from school,
Big feet,
Small feet,
A purse in one hand,
And my  little hand in another,
We  walk along.
She is never in a hurry,
She seems not to mind if I splash in a puddle on the roadside,
Or stamp on dry leaves under a tree,
Play balancing act on the edge of the pavement,
She will stop so I can pat a puppy or a kitten.
She always has candies for me in her purse,
Sometimes she buys for me an icecream or a hotdog on the way home.
I ask her tons of questions as we walk along,
She answers them all,
My sweet unrushed grandma.
8/4/2021