What makes grandchildren
More precious than our own?
Is it the instinct to replicate
Or maybe the need to atone?

Is it another opportunity
To visit the past?
Or simply the knowledge
That youth doesn’t last?

The things that they say
Are so much more clever,
When you don’t have to worry
About teaching them better.

Unconditional love
Is what grandkids need,
And grandparents provide it
Regardless of deed.

But grandparents have lost
The vigor of youth.
Days are like weeks
So they must face the truth.

Love and spoil them, it’s
The grandparent zone.
And when it gets old,
Just send them home.

by Linda L. Rigsbee
Poems & Quotes by Linda L. Rigsbee
HOMEDear Tales

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