My Granny

It’s taken me quite some time to tackle Rebecca’s latest set of words. I’ve been busy with many things, but also find that sometimes I just have to wait for the muse to tell me what to do with a writing prompt. Today is that day! I must confess this poem is almost about me – I am a Granny, after all. But I don’t think I’m quite as energetic as this fictional Granny.

My Granny

My granny’s pretty groovy
If you saw her you’d agree
That she’s a grooving granny
Who is such a sight to see.

She is always energetic
Running here and dashing there
Till we all start to wonder
If she ever stops for air.

But there’s something I must tell you.
It’s a secret I can’t keep.
My granny does not stop moving,
Even when she is asleep!

Sally Murphy, 2014

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