I like to walk 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 shining, a funny cloud,
Half hidden drops of dew.
Most people have to hurry,
They do not stop and see.
I'm glad that God made Grandma
Unrushed and young like me.

1 comments:
I love that poem. It's so true. Us parents are always rushing and saying uh huh! Grandma's take time for the little things.
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