At the last day preschool picnic
There were blankets on the grass
Which the tots ran over freely
If that way they had to pass.
There were pastel-frosted cupcakes
(Health food banished for a day)
And the slides and sandbox filled with kids
In joyous outdoor play.
But the draw for my two grandkids
Was the singer with guitar
For when music's in the air, I know
They won't be going far.
So as Henry spun and boogied
And his sister bopped along,
I was grooving like a back-up singer,
Knowing every song.
Three days back I was in Venice
And the vistas were entrancing
But there's nothing that looks better
Than my grandkids when they're dancing.
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It was such a pleasure getting to experience Italy with the two of you. I am enjoying your rhymes, and will continue to read them. I went straight to my daughter's home when I landed, to get a "grandchild fix" as well. Glad you made it home safely! Will be in touch; all the best, Gail
ReplyDeletethis is the first chance i've had to read this, gail, and the feeling is mutual. i'm looking forward to your book so i can relive our trip through an artist's eyes!
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