The kids came to Grandma’s house
And turned it upside down;
You couldn’t find a place to walk
With all the toys around.
The cousins are the greatest friends;
They got along quite well
Except for once or twice
When someone had a temper spell.
Of course, they broke a knick-knack—
That’s why Grandma has her glue
And after all the children left
She made it “good as new.”
The baby fought off sleep so long,
He made himself so mad
That he had the longest crying spell
Grandma ever saw him have.
He also did some spittin’ up:
There was chocolate on some faces,
And several things kept here and there
Are now in other places.
But grandma has new things to tell
To last the whole week through;
When grandkids come to Grandma’s house
She loves whatever they do!
Read other articles, poems and stories by Elizabeth Ruth at: www.trovemagazine.com