A Poem for Grandparents

The book on, 'How To Be
A Grandma', eluded me
So with pen and paper in hand
I will attempt to sweep this land
With advice to help us win
And spread the widest grin
On children near and far
Whether we travel by plane or car.

The size and shape simply does not matter
When it comes to pleasing all
Grandparents are made to love
Be they great or small.
The wrinkles they do try to hide
With cream and other stuff
Yes Granddads too are seen to try
To grow that facial fluff.

Though bones grow old and sometimes break
The grandparents won't falter
They simply don their smily face
It's been years since they stood at the altar
Their teeth are not their own it's true
Their hair is getting thin
But when the going gets really tough
They're ready to jump in

Forgetting things is really hard
A funny little habit
Dribbling gravy on the chin
The hanky is ready to dab it
Knitting things as gifts it seems
Really doesn't do it
The only fat this Grandma uses
Is in Christmas Mince, the suet.

Some of us work for 40 hours
Of every single week
So knitting in the corner
Creates a fit of pique
We earn it and we spend it
There isn't much we've saved
Superannuation eh?
The rules have all been waived

So let us hear a round of applause
For grandparents world wide
Grandchildren could never really know
What was going on inside.
The Generation Gap is present
In many different ways
But grandparents can bridge the gap
By brightening up our days

Their patience and their wisdom
No dollar can afford
Their endless funny stories
We never do get bored
And when they finally quit this coil
As quit it they surely must
We will remember them long after
Their bones have turned to dust.