Grandma Jenny's Attic

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.