I arrived home in the holler
Where there’s little drama or strife.
We can sit and watch the crops grow
In our semi-retirement life.
While it is true that weeds happen,
And rain is beyond our control.
I am now in charge of nothing,
Finished filling my Granny role.
After all the hustle bustle,
All the laughter and all the tears,
I think perhaps post-parenting
Are truly the most golden years.