Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz……..
Body worn and tired
My heart is light and free
I've been to see the Grandie
Her love's a tonic to me.
Her Dada hosted swimming,
Her Mama made gorgeous cake
The girlfriend bought some gloptious
Rude creations for all to taste
Why does store-bought trump
Things that are made with love?
What makes things that ought to last
Turn to dust and people gruff?
The time spent in preparing place
Quadrupled what we had
Grandie's first school chum arrived
Without his mom, but with his dad
The harsh reality these days
Is that homes are broken
Sad hearts register the breaks
'though the hurt's unspoken
Grandie's Dad served up Sangría
We put on Eagle Eyes
What a perfect set up
For drowning kids who're five
Only two of them went under
Only one girl cut her head
We're oh, so very lucky
Not one of them is dead
Gran'Pun's Magic won the day
Forty folks enjoyed the show
The girl who'd bumped her head missed out
She's okay now, we're relieved to know
Tension thicker than the sweet cakes
I wished I'd had a knife
To cut the animosity
Surrounding Grandie's life
On Sunday, some solutions
Presented by a realtor
Gave us hope of living nearer
To our dear granddaughter
Saw lots of houses, none quite right
But narrowing the field
To areas and prices
More to be revealed
On the late-night drive back
We discussed all that we had seen
Homes and love and play-times
Danced on my dream-screen
Will we ever make the move?
Only time will tell
Meanwhile, may clear thinking,
Love and Peace prevail
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