Tag Archives: grandma
No more bananas No more “Here comes the airplane” My hangar is closed
One of best parts about being a grandma is seeing the world through my grandchildren’s eyes. Today, I watched leaves with Allie, and wondered what she was thinking as she stared up in wonder. Green stars sparkle with light so bright … Continue reading
Can we go outside? Bird songs are prettier than TV’s blah, blah, blah!
Something small and round Like a pearl on Grandma’s shirt This too, I must taste