There's nothing like being a grandma
And watching your grandchildren grow.
There's nothing like witnessing grandkids act up
And seeing your children eat crow.

Rememb'ring the times when my children
Just wore me right down to the nub;
They'd don their best clothes and then roll in the dirt
And I'd wrestle them into the tub.

I try to suppress all my giggles
When my grandkids are pitching a fit;
I wonder sometimes if I've cloned my own kids
Though it's something I'd never admit.

There were times when I'd spin in confusion
When my boys were just pulling my chain;
I think of those days when I dropped in a heap;
It's a wonder I have even a brain.

 So today I sit back in amusement
And I watch while my sons tear their hair
As their kids do the same things that drove me half nuts
And I grin and think, "Boys, I've been there."

© Mariane Holbrook
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