Walking With Grandma
I like walking with Grandma
Her steps are short like mine.
She doesn’t say “Now hurry up”
She always takes her time.
I like to walk with Grandma,
Her eyes see things like mine do,
Wee pebbles bright,
A funny cloud,
Half hidden drops of dew.
Most people have to hurry,
They do not stop to see.
I’m glad that God made Grandma
Unrushed and young like me.
This little poem just touched my heart. I hope all who take the time to read it enjoy it as much as I do.
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🙂 loved my Grandma xx
what about us grandads? hee hee!
guess you’ll have to look for a grandad poem now..lol
I remember both my grandmothers. One vaguely(she died when I was 8), the other vividly, as she lived till I was 15.
But I remember them both with great affection. Grandmothers are wonderful people.
Oh thank you for this kat it’s lovely even if I didn’t like my grandmother .
I know they are the most beautiful people ever made …I alway think of them like my Mum
She was the best nana out. …xxxxxx mac
Lovely…made my day
thank you all for you wonderful comments…i’m glad you all enjoyed it..xxx kat
so sweet kat!! just loved it
thank you,ellie xxx
Great poem and a great way to show how valuable grandparents are even if they are slower.