Am I A Grandma Yet? by Glenda

I wrote this poem, "Am I a Grandma Yet?" after I had been out one day and had about five people ask me "Are you a Grandma Yet? I started to dread being asked that question because it is difficult to answer without going into the whole story.  You don't want to answer no, because you do have a grandchild even though they are dead and you don't want to say yes, because then they will ask how old etc, etc. So I went home and wrote this poem to try and help me decide what I was!!

Am I a Grandma Yet?

Am I a Grandma Yet?

Sometimes I don’t know what to say

When people question me,

“Do you have any grandkids yet?”

And tell about their three

I should say ‘yes’ and skite a bit

And tell about our boy,

I should take out some pic’s to show

Him playing with his toys

I’d love to talk about his looks,

Ask if he looks like me?

I’d point out where our features matched

And hope they would agree!

I’d tell about the funny things

That are uniquely his,

The mess he makes, the way he hugs

The blessing that he is

But I don’t know what I should say

When people I just met

Ask me that thing I hate to hear

‘Are you a Grandma yet’?

Because…

My grandson should be just past one

And full of life and spunk

He should be toddling round the house

And filling it with junk

He should be wriggling on my knee

While I read him a book

He should be laughing out with glee

When helping me to cook

But nothing now disturbs the peace

It’s quiet as can be

Cause on the day that he was born

He was stillborn, you see

His lungs took in no air that day

He did not blink his eyes

His lips stayed closed, he did not move

He never even cried!

So how to answer, what to say

To people I just met

Please tell me what you think I am

Am I a Grandma yet?

©Glenda McClintock