GRANDMA WEEK

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Phew. A kinder, gentler prompting today. Write a poem for a child. I'm dusting off my exclamation points for this one!

Grandma Week

It's Monday, it's Monday,

and Grandma is coming!

We build things and draw things

and play trucks and cars,

and then, when it's dark out

we look at the stars.

It's Tuesday, it's Tuesday,

it's greens, reds, and blues day!

Out comes the paintbox,

the crayons, the clay—

our hands are a mess

when we finish our play.

It's Wednesday, it's Wednesday,

it's paper and pens day!

Sometimes we write poems

that don't even rhyme 

or make up new words

to put in them next time.

It's Thursday, it's Thursday,

it's feathers and furs day!

We take the dog walking,

we brush down the cat,

and later we'll all 

fall sleep on the mat.

It's Friday, it's Friday

it's cookies and pie day!

We put on our aprons

and tie them up tight,

I'll lick the bowl after

and sleep well tonight.

The weekend I'll spend

with my Dad and my Mom.

We'll read and we'll cuddle,

have plenty of fun.

Then Monday will come

and I'll walk down the lane

to meet her; can't wait 

to see Grandma again!

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