Grandmother and Grandfather are here,
Visiting from Florida.
Here to be with dad,
He’s been sick.
Grandmother has a lot of pictures,
One’s I’ve seen hundreds of times before.
Grandfather has family tapes he made,
One’s I’ve seen hundreds of times before.
They can be annoying,
Grandparents I mean.
It’s the little things they do,
Doing things just to help.
They mean good,
But don’t always end good.
Grandparents love you,
No matter what they do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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