poetry The Grandkids are Gone BY KATE CARPENTER The grandkids are gone There's holes in the yard The floor needs a mop And I am so "tard." The grandkids are gone And I'm missing the hugs The lizards and frogs The jars and the bugs. The grandkids are gone And their parents are, too. I can't believe all Of the work that they do. The grandkids are gone And my arms are bereft Oh where are the kisses 7 GRAND SEPT-OCT 2019 And hugs that they left? They're here in my heart They're smeared on my face They're locked in my smile And none can erase The mem'ries we made The horses we fed The fish that we caught The songs before bed. The walks and the talks The braiding of hair The chocolate cake and hearing their prayers. And I'm counting the days And wondering when The Good Lord allows Us to see them again. The grandkids are gone And I can't hear a peep, But the rumbles of love In my heart never sleep. Copyright 2019 by Kate Carpenter Kate Carpenter, a grandma from Callahan, Florida, travels worldwide sprouting smiles with her homespun tunes. She's recorded 12 CD's and is a self-published Facebook Poet. Visit www.MrsKate.com to learn more.https://www.facebook.com/GRANDmagazine/ https://www.twitter.com/grandMmagazine http://www.MrsKate.com