Lindsay Smith

Rookie (December 16,1939 / Mataura, Southland, New Zealand)

To My Grand Daughter - Poem by Lindsay Smith

At three weeks we took you out
to Sizzlers to celebrate
& you cried most of the time
so Grandma leaving her dinner
walked around jiggling you up & down.

When your mother said
that your face was the same colour
as your hot pink pants
you cried even louder.

I said that you understood perfectly
that you had been here before
we all looked at each other knowingly
& your mother, auntie & me agreed that it was so.

Grandma was busy with you
so she wasn't listening to all of that
but when she sat down she said that you had
a big talk to her minutes after you were born
moving you mouth expressively
looking around the nursery room
telling her that getting here had been hard work
& you were glad to have grandma there
to share that important information.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 2, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 2, 2012


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