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An Explanation
Twenty months, plus nine, ago
I was struck with an incurable affliction
Each day I experience numerous attacks
Of this constant, abiding addiction.
It’s nothing I’m ashamed of
And most of you already know
But the support group that I’ve entered
Requires me to tell you so.
I don’t believe my regular readers
Will be surprised at my confession
You’ve read about it all ad nauseam –
Writing about it is my newest profession.
My affliction, illness, or disease
Whatever you wish to call it
Inflicts no pain or hardship, so
There’s no reason to forestall it.
Call me silly, crazy, or insufferable
Those names are often a perfect fit
When I hear her voice or see her smile
I’m a goner, I proudly admit.
I am the luckiest grandmother
Who ever walked the face of the earth
My case of unending pride and joy
Began when I learned of the coming birth.
So I ask that you not be concerned for me!
Put up with the fact and rest assured
As a member of this 12-step group
Even if I could be, I don’t want to be cured.
I am a proud card-carrying member
Of the group known as “GA”
My membership in Grandparents Anonymous
Became official on Zoë’s birthday.
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Grandchildren, I’ve decided, are people of whom I’ll never get enough. . .
Oh I too could never ever get enough! I took my six year old grandson for ice cream today just because he asked me too. And here is how he asked: “Grammy are you in the negative”? I couldn’t figure how to explain being in the middle so I just “no”. He then said: “Good, will you take me to The Peach Stand for some ice cream”? Of I did even though he told me earlier that his mom complained saying that I always give him junk food. Not true. I gave him cherries before we went for ice cream. And it’s good ice cream not low quality. A growing boy and an old woman need their dairy!
An affliction that should seep into more Geezers. One symptom I often experience is smiling too much! See, I’m doing it now.
Beautiful poem! I, too, indulge in this addiction affliction, for my great granddaughter. I don’t plan to get over it either. Blessings to you, Paula…
As far as I am concerned there is no reason to ever get over it! 😆
Awwww. 😀
Just you wait Starla until it happens to you! You’ll become a card-carrying member of the most wonderful group i the world!
Beautifully put, and your affliction is readily recognized by another card-carrying GA member; although I’ve now advanced to the G(reat)GA: http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150968953771011& set=a.10150762583786011.455736.652361010&type=1&theater
What beautiful GGC’s! You know that I completely understand the addiction affliction. There is nothing like it in the world. We can “friend” each other on FB – just send me a request – to both my pages. You can “like” my Paula Tohline Calhoun – Writer page on the sidebar here, if you haven;t already, and we can hook up in regular FB – I’m there as Paula Tohline Calhoun. The only problem I have with FB is that I am seldom there – too busy writing over here! All my posts show up on FB. Share them when you can – I;m looking to gain readership to help me in a project I’m developing.
Thank you once again for your loyal following and generous comments!
AMEN!!! It is the best addiction in the world! Grandchildren bring a whole new aspect of love to our hearts and lives.
From “NiNi” to “Grandawn” i echo your AMEN! Grands are grand!
Ditto and amen! Love the poem.
Hubs, also a member of GA.
Geezers AND GA members.. .we’re getting too many cards in our wallets! 😆