The Grandies by Elaine H. Leone
A whimsical and timeless collection of verses celebrating the joys of the grandparent-grandchild connection
Duff and I kept arguing
Til Mom put down her broom
And, with her hands upon her hips,
Sent each one to his room.
We sat there is our doorways
Rolling trucks to one another
And, with real comraderie,
Complained about our mother.
Our baby cousin’s Kelly Hatch.
No kid is as cute as Kelly
But she chews on chives in the onion patch
And she smells like the corner deli.
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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