'Grandma's Pain' Poem by Linda Winchell

You've now taken the Grandkids from me
you hit me where it did the most harm.
The arrow went into my heart
and then entered out of my arm.

The pain runs down so deeply
of which I hope you will never know.
Why did you have to hurt more than me?
It is hurting your sons too, you know?

It was all over some candy
and a comment that you said I had made.
You sent to me an email
and nailed my backside to the grade.

You told me how I had done this!
and then you told me how I'd done that!
I never knew I was hurting anyone
I never knew all or any of that!

My son has just stopped to visit me
and told me of what you've said.
That you will never let the Grandkids come to visit
to Grandma's and Grandpa's, Farm homestead.

I guess that choice is yours to make
make it if you must.
But the damage will be irreversible
and most painfull for anyone to touch.

Your jealousy is outrageous
and might add, VERY immature!
I hope you have a great life dear
with this pain of loss I now must
untill my lifes end endure.

I hope that you are now happy
to hear that you think you've won.
But believe me when I tell you Daughter-In-Law
you too have two sons!

I hope you don't have to feel
the pain you've now inflicted, you see.
Because one day your sons will take a wife
And you may end up hurting like ME?