CELIA'S POEMS

No 353        March 03

Our youngest grandchild is now 26,

She’s the youngest of all ten,

She’s now working for the NHS,

Helping people to talk again.

When she was about 2 years old,

We went to baby-sit,

Where have the 26 years gone,

But I still remember it.

You want children to look up to you,

Set a good example,

But we’re so tall and there so small,

Lift them up they love to sample.

She was playing with a brush and comb,

She was doing Granddad’s hair,

She couldn’t make a mess of it,

There isn’t too much there.

She scrambled round the back of him,

‘til she got to the top of his head,

She really was astonished,

“Bit missing” is what she said.

Since I’ve been writing all these poems,

I’ve had to search my memory bank,

There’s so many good things in my head,

All my children I must thank.