SPOILING MY GRANDKIDS

by Mariane Holbrook

 

Can I help it if they’re perfect and my grandkids can’t do wrong?
We just knew that they were brilliant and we said so all along.
I think that you forget sometimes that kids have got to play.
Remember when you were their age, you always got your way?

 

I know that their report cards seem to lack some A’s and B’s
But schools are so much harder now and learning’s not a breeze.
Who said they broke a window when they hit that nice home run?
They didn’t mean to break it; they were only having fun.

 

I’ve read the Holy Bible through and can’t find one small verse
That says our kids are dreadful and are only getting worse.
They’d much prefer a tennis game to cleaning up their room.
I’d let them wield a tennis racket, not some dusty broom.

 

You know that boys aren’t satisfied with one small piece of cake.
How come you can’t remember that when it’s your time to bake?
My darling little granddaughters just love my strings of pearls.
They dress up in my Sunday things, cuz that’s what makes them girls.

 

So lest you think my grandsons seem to be a little wild,
My granddaughter has one small fault but it’s considered mild.
Remember that I raised you, though you turned my hair to gray.
I knew that you were perfect then and I still do today.