Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Haiku

Grandson

Young, energetic,
Can't understand my slow pace.
Where's my second wind?


"Oh, the old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be . . .
Many long years ago."

Hope you weren't expecting a hymm!!

3 comments:

S. Etole said...

I think we grammas are a bit of an enigmas to our grandsons ...

Nancy said...

Girl, you are hilarious!! And the picture (and poem about) this "him" are perfect for today!

Theresa said...

Glenda, thanks for stopping by my blog!

My grandsons are always telling me to catch up. The only one I have any hope of catching is the almost 2 yr. old, and that's just because he's got short legs.