Prepare The Child

I brought my child to the rest home

To see her great grandma .

She was captive by debilitating age

But she showed her great grandchild

The gorgeous spring day

That danced invitingly

On the other side of the window pane .

Oh the bird feeder out side the window .

A bird flitted close to help itself to some seed .

My grandma would say

She was fine for the shape she is in .

Grandma was dysfunctional

But we all become a little dysfunctional

As time goes by .

I try to prepare the child for her road of life

Not the road for the child .

I try to equip the child

To deal with the difficulties

The child will encounter

On her road of life .

Grandma told her great grandchild

To take one day at a time

and have fun when you can .

The great grandchild would go

To the rest home when she could

To visit her great grandma

Because she loved her

And also she learned

Something from her great grandma

Every time she visited her .

The child's eyes and great grandma's eyes

Sparkled eye to eye every time .

I tried to do the right thing

To prepare the child

Like my grandma prepared me  .

                                By Brock