Baby Powder and Greasy HandsA Poem by IronbuttUnexpected young ones can turn a routine of normality into a crazy u turn, add to fact of being a working grandparent and well, just crazy sometimes.Got car keys and a lunch box in one hand, the other is full of active hands. Somewhere on the way from work and daycare, some ones dropped a good one in the diaper she wears. No time to settle in or kick off dirty boots, we got a hazmat diaper to tend to. Baby powder and then clean wipes , hey now, I did'nt do that right! Now shes got some axle grease, right where it doesn't need to be. Well if she would just hold still, sometimes it's a battle of stuborn wills. This was so easy about twenty years ago, now Pawpaw is a little slow. Well that all looks tight and right and good to go, just greased up a little , no one will know! © 2012 Ironbutt |
StatsAuthorIronbuttMartinez, GAAboutBest at ease behind a BBQ grill, human to most, Vet, father, grandfather, biker, poet and lyric writer. Author of Red Clay Scholar, Tin Roof Memories, Mile Marker 101 and A Soldiers Notebook, all foun.. more..Writing
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