I
picked my grandson up today,
From
his nan’s where he did stay,
She
lives in the next town along
So
it didn’t take me that long:
I
took him to a toy superstore
Where
he did implore for more,
But
he’ll have to wait for Christmas
When
and where he’ll be blessed.
I
enjoyed having a chat with him,
And
we talked about our kin,
He
is resentful of his loving sister
And
is argumentative with her.
But
he can be sweetly adorable
And
also lovingly respectful.
©
Andrew Stevenson 02/12/2017
A sonnet.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
It's lovely that you got to spend some time with your grandson. One of the joys of Christmas for us is staying with some of our grandchildren. The best thing about getting old!
ReplyDeleteThank you Susan, for your kind words. My grandson can be so polite and gentle and sweet, but on the other hand he can be stubborn with his sister! Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
DeleteWonderful poem Andrew brought a tear to my eye......I miss my grandchildren although they are well in their teens.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Greetings Yvonne. Thank you for your kind words. Sorry you don't see much of your grandchildren! Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
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