This is a little poem I wrote. If you click the poem title, you’ll be sent to a page where you can easily print it off and stick it on your frig or something. I’ve also videotaped myself reading it, but haven’t been brave enough to put it on Youtube just yet. I’ll put a link here once I do.
Grammas come in different sizes, shapes and colors, ways of dress.
Some Grammas let kids play and run and even make a mess.
A Gramma can be young or old, some travel and some cook.
Others like to exercise, or sit and read a book.
Ava, Memaw, or Granny, Grandmother or Grandma,
No matter what you call us, as long as it’s not Paw.
We’re SuperGrammas, yes we are, with hugs and lots of love
Because children need a hero so that they can rise above.
Our grandkids mean the world to us. We want them to be strong.
Able to cope with the cares of life and stand against the wrong.
So join us in our quest for good. It might be quite a war,
But Supergrammas won’t give up. Together we can soar!
© Carol Bremner