What this? Oh God, I’m really in a stew, <br />My kids have arrived and I don’t know what to do. <br /> <br />I didn’t pick up the phone and drew the blinds down low, <br />Perhaps if I sit still long enough, they’ll just ‘sod off ’and go. <br /> <br />Its not that I don’t love them, but the apron strings are gone, <br />I’m an independent senior, a happy force of one. <br /> <br />I wish that they would value that; I think its only fair, <br />But all they do is smile a lot and contemplate ‘home care’. <br /> <br />They think that I am senile and sadly ‘not quite right’, <br />I simply nod, and pray to God they’ll soon be out of sight. <br /> <br />With empty platitudes they patronise my ears, <br />They tell me dull and endless tales, which bore me quite to tears. <br /> <br />I simply just don’t give a toss who fell and broke their hip, <br />I can’t enthral at ‘Velcro’ shoes or skirts without a zip. <br /> <br />They think that I just sit there, quite as a mouse, <br />But it is fun, the will is done and they don’t get the house. <br /> <br />I know I shouldn't blame them; it’s not their fault you see, <br />They sadly didn’t inherit their intellect from me.<br /><br />Teedy Dawn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lets-visit-grandma-ironic/
