Saturday, October 3, 2015

A Grandmother's Poem

Grandma Doesn't Care by Judith Bond

I got some jam on her new couch,
But Grandma doesn't care.
I lost my toothbrush, dropped a glass,
My old jeans have a tear,
I tipped the cat dish on the floor,
My feet are always bare,
The way I look is a disgrace,
But Grandma doesn't care.
She's very busy, then she sees
The tangles in my hair
She gets the brush, I make a fuss,
But Grandma doesn't care.

When I am grown, and on my own,
When visits become rare,
I won't forget the love I'd get
When Grandma didn't care.

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