Baby Powder and Greasy Hands

Baby Powder and Greasy Hands

A Poem by Ironbutt
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Unexpected 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.

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  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


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Added on August 28, 2012
Last Updated on August 28, 2012
Tags: parenting, love, sacrifice

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Ironbutt
Ironbutt

Martinez, GA



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Best 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..

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