I won't be here to hear them reminisce
On the way he would purse his lips,
Or ask for a sucker and a grandson's kiss.

                   we dropped them off at school
                    gave them treats and broke the rules
                    we were cheering, clapping, beaming
                    we're with you when you're young
                    we helped teach you right from wrong

They'll laugh at my raisins,
And frozen cheesesticks,
The fruity yogurt,
My silly magic tricks.
They'll talk for years about our Sunday morns,
The BLTC's ... and... little storms... and
Then they'll mourn.

                        we picked you up on rainy days,
                          you'd have sleep-overs and movie galas,
                          we took you to concerts, plays and games,
                          to swimming pools on sun splashed days,
                          and gladly do it next year again

One would shyly ask for a cookie,
A digestive or an Oreo,
One would ask for licorice,
Or a fugesickle with a spoon and dish.
And one, a grandson or daughter,
Would meekly ask for a straw and water.

                            you see us whisper with Mom & Dad,
                             and wonder if it's good or bad,
                             but we confirmed sizes and bikes
                             and arrangements for an overnight

In days to come you'll reminisce
On all the things we'll surely miss.