“Who am I”? It’s hard to say,
When my role in this household changes by the day.
I’m a granny and a grand ’mom’, raising grandkids now for years.
This means I’ve lots of blessings and, of course, shed many tears.
My youngest daughter just received a motorized wheelchair as a gift!
She’ll be able to get into my van, even though it hasn’t a lift.
Middle daughter is homeless; she’s my houseguest and the kids’ mother.
All responsibility is still on me, so I don’t know why I bothered.
I’m taxi driver for grandson, who works and is seventeen;
Mentor for granddaughter, who is now age fourteen.
Caregiver for youngest daughter, who just turned thirty-one;
Still raising thirty-six year old middle child; not sure I’ll ever be done.
I have one dog, his middle name is “Duh”;
He acts like all the rest of us, so I have to wonder “Whaaa?”
I’m blessed to have all these folks living here with me.
Because I’m convinced it’ll keep me young – so it’s really a blessing, you see.
I’m grand-mom by day, writer by night,
Home school teacher for the kids; I gotta get stuff right.
Gardener, cook, baker, canner – hey, preserve the food!
Entrepreneur, retired massage therapist; LOL, I must be good.
This poem, this ditty
Is meant to sound so pretty;
But my poetry and other written stuff
Will really blow away this fluff.
This page is just me,
My poems, prose, and written work
Will give a better picture, then you’ll know that I’m no jerk.