When I’m an old lady, I’ll live with each kid,
And bring so much happiness just as they did.
I want to pay back all the joy they’ve provided.
Returning each deed! Oh, they’ll be so excited!
When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.I’ll write on the walls with reds, whites and blues,
And I’ll bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes.
I’ll drink from the carton and then leave it out.
I’ll stuff all the toilets and oh, how they’ll shout!
When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.
When they’re on the phone and just out of reach,
I’ll get into things like sugar and bleach.
Oh, they’ll snap their fingers and then shake their head
When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.
When they cook dinner and call me to eat,
I’ll not eat my green beans or salad or meat,
I’ll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table,
And when they get angry I’ll run if I’m able!
When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.
I’ll sit close to the TV, through channels I’ll click,
I’ll cross both eyes just to see if they stick.
I’ll take off my socks and throw one away,
And play in the mud ’til the end of the day!
When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.
And later in bed, I’ll lay back and sigh,
I’ll thank God in prayer and then close my eyes.
My kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping,
And say with a groan, “She’s so sweet when she’s sleeping!”
-by Joanne Bailey Baxter and contributed by subscriber Jan Clemens
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I got a chuckle out of this one. See you soon, my friend.
Sandra
One day when we are old we can laugh at this.
Wonderful! We call this payback. Hope you had a fabulous Thanksgiving with your kids doing the work and you relaxing with a glass of wine…or two.
Specifically a glass or two of prosecco. We had a lovely day and I hope you did also. I think it was probably to live with our kids when we were running the operation. Thanks, Maxine.
Good morning Nancy, and a belated Happy Thanksgiving to you – hope you all had a great day – Craig was here and we had a wonderful time. I love the poem, laughed so hard, as I remember right after David passed away, we had the big e.q., we lived in Woodland Hills, and after my house took a big hit, which made me move out, my son-in-law did not want me to move to a hotel – so I moved in with them in Moorpark – they meant so well, and really tried, but when I pulled into the garage after work , six months later, I decided that if my townhouse in Moorpark was not ready yet, no matter how wonderful they were to me I had to move out – my children – we love each other lots, live a totally different life, eat too late, drink too much, and let me tell you, I found out that grandparents do not know too much, as when they disciplined their children,my wonderful grandchildren, it was really hard to zip up my mouth. Thank you so much for sharing this poem, there is so much truth and love in it. Miss you, come see me soon. Ursula
Ursula, you write the best comments. Thanks so much for your thoughtful words. Spent a lovely Thanksgiving at Lynn’s. Glad you and Craig had Thanksgiving together.
Such a sweet poem. However did you find it?
Hi, Eileen. My friend Jan Clemens who does the Shop Ahoy program here sent it to me. You know how many times I have told you how I can hardly wait to move in with my kids. I know they will be sad that I can only spend 6 months with each family. Not really – I think I am better with others my age even though I love my wonderful kids.