Wednesday, May 26, 2010


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.

1 comment:

  1. I love the way you tell it all...
    straight from the hip.