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The Grandest Job: The Poetic Pleasures of Grandparenting

What's it like to have grandchildren? Here's an honest, but somewhat whimsical look at the blessings of grandparenting.

The Grandest Job
The Poetic Pleasures of Grandparenting

My grandson thinks I hung the moon;
My granddaughter agrees.
I feed them with a silver spoon,
With pleasure and with ease.

It's all the joy without the job;
Grandparenting's the bomb,
For if they start to scream and sob,
We send them back to Mom.

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