To grandma no creature’s immune,
To strangers she’ll crow and she’ll croon,
With pictures she’ll ply them,
No detail deny them,
Though baby may look like a prune.
My tribute to grandmothers and grandparents everywhere. We’re not in the class as yet, but they say it’s a wonderful state of being.
I was blessed with wonderful grandparents, all Christians except my maternal grandfather. And our parents have been wonderful grandparents to our children, in spite of our whisking their grandkids off to Brazil. I thank God for them.