All Grown Up
In the back seat of my pickup truck, my granddaughter sits,
In her booster seat, with games and books to help to pass the time.
She talks non-stop (unless she’s asleep) about….
Sometimes, I have no idea what.
But on this day, she became so animated,
There was no way I could ignore her excitement.
So I turned the radio down and then I turned it off,
And turned my attention to her (not to worry, my eyes were on the road!)
“Grandma, I know what I want to be when I get big!
First I will be a cowgirl, I’ll do rodeos, Yahoo!!
But that doesn’t pay too much, so I have more plans to tell,
I will also be a horse trainer like you, maybe give lessons, too.”
She went on in her excitement, I commented when I could be heard,
“And then I’ll go to college!” she exclaimed all in one breath,
“To be a vet of course! And me and Aunt Teresa will work together.”
And well will all drink coffee, ‘cause I will be grown up.
Grandma, can I please have a sip out of your cup?”
"All Grown Up" is a lovely story.
By Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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Have a Blessed and Happy Easter.
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Your poem reminds me of one of my grand daughters. She's three going on thirty three (lol). Ya gotta love em. They're so smart. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.