Enjoying the atmosphere here at my Grandkids grade school,
one in first grade, the other in seventh, going to have
lunch with each of them in their respective classrooms.
Loving to hang out with children of all ages, talking and
listening to them as they hand out their little gems of
wisdom from their innocent minds.
Loving their explanations on life and things that happen,
so enlightening, making me smile inwardly, sometimes eyes
tearing up with their sad stories.
One being bullied or chastised by others, lending a symp-
athetic ear and words of encouragement to ease their pain
when telling what's happened tothem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem