GRANDMA PAT

My grandchildren have a special friend,
This unique relationship will never end;
When they cry or walk around with a frown,
She refuses to let life get them down;

Makes them each feel like a queen or a king,
But she won’t let them get away with a thing!
I appreciate how she’s gentle but always firm,
The kids are never able to make her squirm;

Her yes means "yes" and her no means "no,"
They ask why, she says "’Cause I said so!"
Me they’ve got wrapped around their little finger,
But around Grandma Pat they will not linger;

When she says "bedtime" or "off to school,"
What Grandma Pat says is the golden rule;
My goal is to be more like Grandma Pat,
Not let them walk on me like an old door mat;

Her encouraging visits have spurred me on,
My frumpy old days of the past are gone;
No longer content to be a big fat zero,
Grandma Pat's become my personal hero!



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