How to be Grandma?
Though endowed with snow-white hair
Baking’s not my lot.
Grandkid’s faces beam
Some in scrapbooks, some on wall
Own no camera.
Once sent greeting cards
For significant events.
Birthday cards endure.
Just don’t measure up
Must not be in DNA
Then it came to me.
Always been like this.
My grandchildren know me well.
Who else could I be?
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yes you are the Grama! That is the important part!
Thanks. Funny I’ve been so slow taking it in.
There are many ways to be grandma and I love that you’ve realised you can be a unique one 🙂
Thanks, Andrea. It feels good to accept myself as I am.