My sweet little bright eyed granddaughter. Full of joy, energy and pure excitement. Every time she sees me all she wants to do is lambaste me. Her strong, bony little arms wrapped tightly around my neck hanging like an indoor plant. She giggles so happily. Next, she wants to hang upside down with Grammy holding her by her ankles. She jumps on my chest as if I’m a trampoline, oblivious to my screeches. But I suck my stomach in along with my pride. It’s all in a day of being Grammy.
Please Feel Free to Lambaste Me, Granddaughter©
By Felina Silver Robinson