Two Pairs of Slippers

When Grandma and Grandad come to stay
it’s common for me to be out all day,
or there’s someone round,
or revision to do,
or a best friend’s party I ought to go to…
And it’s bad-
‘cos they’re not often over you see-
and the minutes we have are important to me.
But no matter how little the time that we spend,
I always feel sad when it comes to an end,
because when they are here I can wake up and know,
that there in the kitchen when downstairs I go,
to collect all the items I cast on the floor
late the previous night when I fell through the door,
I can reach down and smile at how lovely it feels,
to see two sets of slippers
by my pair of high heels.