Thank God for grandchildren

The weekend is over as I look around,
toys on the floor , trash on the ground.
No clean dishes left on the shelf,
no one to pick up but just myself.

They come on Friday and stay all night,
all 9 kids "oh what a fright.
I love each one more than you know.
When I see each one with that special glow.

Up early for oatmeal, "with fruit" they cry.
Don't forget milk and can we have some pie?
Then trying to dress each one with care,
all of the girls, I must fix their hair.
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I love to see them come, oh what joys,
five little girls and four little boys
God sure blessed us with this wonderful bunch,
oh my goodness it's time to fix lunch.

lets go to the park where they can play,
maybe that will help pass the day
As a grandma they say, I am a winner,
but I must stop now, it's time to fix dinner

Sunday morning is here at last,
soon this weekend is just a thing of the past.
I'm ragged and worn and tired no doubt.
So happy they left I just want to shout.

Now the house is quiet and finally clean.
Did I yell too much, do they think I'm mean?
I finally sit, and put up my feet,
no one to tell me, "Is it time to eat?"

Another whole month before they return,
to give out kisses and love you must earn
so I count the days and watch hours go by,
and Friday night comes and I breath out a sigh

By Sunday night I would sell them
I'll take all bids
But right now I thank god
for all my Grandkids