They ask me questions by the mile

Run me ragged but I still smile

Flush their toys down our new 'bog'

Leap frog over the poor old dog

Wind me up when I'm on the phone

Until I threaten to send them home

That's when they climb up on my knee

Hug me tight and smile at me

Tell me they love me 'A very lot'

And what lovely hair (for a gran) I've got!

Smother me in kisses that taste of jam

Promise to help whenever they can

Shake up my cushion, comb my hair

Then cuddle up with me in my chair

Whisper their dreams, confide their fears

And soon my bad mood disappears ... By B Lightfoot

Wentworth Road

Swinton

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