60 Minutes. I assumed her keynote was going to be about world events and her many interviews of heads-of-state. Much to my surprise, it was not. It was about the subject of her new book "Becoming Gramma" wherein she described the most transformational moment of her life: holding her first grandchild in her arms. I enjoyed her presentation, but it reminded me of the subject of this week's blog poem.
My friends all have some grandchildren,
many have two or three.
It sometimes feels like everyone does.
Everyone but me.
My husband and I are waiting,
There's nothing we can do.
My friends all say "your turn will come."
I'm not so sure it's true.
"But wait," my husband Bradley quips,
"We can't pull off abduction.
Let’s find a special agency
for grandparent adoption."
"Or better yet, let's
dim the lights and get into the mood.
We can try all on our own."
Now isn't he so shrewd?