ALL THE BEST SECRETS

About my grandson

 

He leans in to tell me

From the arm of my chair

That he wants his pizza with,

“No peppers or pickles.”

 

He leans in to tell me

From the arm of my chair

That Scooby Doo’s bad guy  “Zoobracabra,

Is an English word for Monster.”

 

He leans in to tell me

From the arm of my chair

“I know how to build a bear trap,

And. Daddy can shoot with bows.”

 

He leans in to ask me

From the arm of my chair

“May I please have another chocolate Grandma?”

 

He leans in to tell me

From under by desk that,

“This is a good camp.”

 

He leans in to tell me

From his pillow-throne bed

“Go to sleep Grandma.”

 

All the best secrets

That I’ve ever heard

Are when, head-to-head,

He leans in to tell me.

 

Before I know it, it’s time for him to go,

And a week feels like a year

Then I see his precious little face

And he leans in to tell me:

 

“Grandma I have been missing you.”