For years, poor
Grandma’s hearing had been slowly growing worse,
T'was steadily much
tougher for her loved ones to converse,
And so she got a
hearing aid to stop her daily strife,
Was told: ‘With
perfect hearing, she’d a whole new lease on life!’
A few weeks later,
back she popped for further tests and such,
Her doctor asked if
life had changed. She told him, “Not that much.”
“The hearing aid you
chose is number one,” he said. “First-rate!”
“Your family must be
pleased, now that your hearing’s gotten great!”
But Grandma merely
smiled. “I’ve yet to tell them anything.”
“I sit around and
listen to the chats of my offspring.”
“They don’t know I can
hear their many sordid gripes and crimes,
“But I can tell you, doctor, dear, I’ve changed my will three times!”
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| Photo Credit: Karen of bakinginatornado.com |
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So Karen, Charlotte, Mimi, me
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?
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