It’s because of a call
From a three-year-old boy.
I was riding along
Alone in my car,
When I heard my cell phone
Ringing from afar.
After I reached it
And answered the call,
I then heard the sweetest
Sound of them all.
With a deep, raspy voice
Sounding very loud,
He wanted to tell me
Why he was so proud.
Too innocent to know
That the subject matter,
If discussed in some circles,
Would cause drinks to splatter!
But he warmed my heart
As we talked to each other.
I was glad God allowed me
To be a grandmother.
Why can’t I stop smiling
In my car doing forty?
Because he shouted, “Grammie,
I pooped on the potty!”
Those Annoying Flies! When flies are born,
From birth they are taught
Many, many things--
What to “do”