Listening to children laughing, screaming, talking, having
fun here at a McDonald's playground in Phoenix, here with
one of my Granddaughters who's not interested in playing.
Instead, she's using my cell to look at videos, music in
particular, being very creative, she also likes videos that
teach her how to make things.
Her favorite to date is making slime, it's so great to watch
her new endeavors, seeing her Dad's traits, (my son's) coming
through her.
Having a photographic memory, remembering everything just
like her Dad and I, always having a really wonderful time
when with her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem