Not time to go home yet
Birds are just waking up
We can have our breakfast
And then play dressing up
It's not time to go home yet
Let me stay here instead
We need to play with the toys
And jumping on the bed
It's not time to go home yet
Let's go and play in the park
We need to play on the swings
Before it starts to get dark
It's not time to go home yet
I could stay for tea
You could make some sandwiches
Especially for me
Not time to go home yet
We have time to make some cakes
All different sizes
And pile them on the plates
Not time to go home yet
We want like to paint and draw
There's time for blowing bubbles
And time to do lots more
Not time to go home yet
I know we can see the moon
The stars are still in their beds
It really is too soon
Not time to go home yet
I know the stars are bright
I can see the Great Bear and Orion
Time to say Good Night Xx
Oh Audrey. This is precious and fun. So creative!
ReplyDeleteYou are a writer, indeed, and I believe I can call you a poetress as well!
I don't know what it's like to be a gramma. :( but, I can tell it's quite a joy for you. And your grandchildren are fortunate they have you. They must be happy things!
I'm glad you shared your prose here.
I've been thinking about you lately, amidst the busyness that gets in the way.
Much love to you.
Thank you for your kind words. I love your Prairie blogs and feel like I can almost see the antelope and tumbleweed. Love always xx
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