GRANDGIRLS

It's nice to wait outside the grandgirls' school.
I stop and crack the window just a bit,
A magazine beside me as a rule,
With cars lined up behind me as I sit.

Jaydee's first and looks around for treats,
A sippy cup of juice, a bag of chips.
Sitting like she owns the place, she eats.
And then in half an hour we end our trip.

Later in the day it's Willa's turn,
Her face all smiles, she bounces out the door.
And in the car with energy to burn,
She laughs, she floats, she absolutely soars.

These grand girls, they make my day;
I hope our lives will stay that way.