The Grandies by Elaine H. Leone
A whimsical and timeless collection of verses celebrating the joys of the grandparent-grandchild connection
When Daisy Clark moved to Center Park,
Mike was the first to greet her.
He rode his tricycle next door
And rushed right up to meet her.
Daisy smiled and acted sweet
But then the ten-speed bikes
Came driving up the driveway
And parked right next to Mike’s.
Mike got on his tricycle
And went home to his toys.
He said, “She really liked me
‘Til she met the other boys.”
When Alec visited Aunt Ruth,
He broke a vase and hid it.
Although he should have told the truth,
He said, “The butler did it.”
Aunt Ruth doesn’t even have a butler.
Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme,
But most of these verses do.
Sometimes I sing as I write them.
You might want to sing them, too.
(The way it works with a Grandies rhyme,
you can change the tune almost every time.)
“Where are we, dear?
I don’t recognize this town.”
(We were out on Sunday
Just driving all around).
Noah said, “It’s Trash Can,”
And it made my mother smile.
“No kidding Mom, I saw the sign ...”
TRASH CAN 1/2 MILE
You never have to be lonely
Or wonder what you can do.
If you can read, adventures
Lie ahead of you.
Read!
Oh, please do read, dear hearts,
Whenever you have a moment free,
And if you don’t want to read alone,
Come over and read with me.
I would love to have you.
That’s what Grandy says.
Once we went to Kalamazoo
In Michigan, you know.
We rode in the car for hours and hours.
The trip seemed very slow.
So I dreamed of monkeys, chimpanzees
And imagined all the laughs,
But there were only aunts in Kalamazoo.
There were no giraffes.
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