CRACKED!
I love my grandson dearly;
He's a charmer that's for sure,
But, when he makes some statements,
I'm shattered to the core!
He tells me that my skin's too small
That's why my arms are crinkled,
And suddenly I feel quite old,
All shriveled up and wrinkled!
He's sees me knitting and declares
'Grandma! That's not for you!
You're not as big as a woman!'
I suddenly feel it's true!
I never noticed shrinkage
But now I feel quite bent!
I wouldn't say his comments
Are exactly heaven-sent!
'Why has your face got cracks in it?'
Another observation!
I look into the mirror
With additional consternation!
He isn't being nasty,
It's just that he's bemused
Seeing a face and body
That's been, let's face it, used!
So I've a face that's cracking
And a skin that hardly fits!
The truth may hurt……. but the Teller?
Well, I still love him to bits.
