Grandma’s Fantasy
I love the sound of children at play
They jump and run and laugh all day.
I forget that I’m old and gray,
And the years just fall away.
In my mind, I’m not so old,
My pockets are filled with gold.
I jump and play and talk so bold
And do as I am told.
Then I look around and finally see,
The children are not so free.
To their mothers they must plea,
She’s busy as a bee.
And then to school, the kids must go,
To find out all they must know,
And Grandma sits and watches the show,
And wishes time would go as slow.
Dixie Barnes 2016
I love the sound of children at play
They jump and run and laugh all day.
I forget that I’m old and gray,
And the years just fall away.
In my mind, I’m not so old,
My pockets are filled with gold.
I jump and play and talk so bold
And do as I am told.
Then I look around and finally see,
The children are not so free.
To their mothers they must plea,
She’s busy as a bee.
And then to school, the kids must go,
To find out all they must know,
And Grandma sits and watches the show,
And wishes time would go as slow.
Dixie Barnes 2016
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