There is no common enemy between
a grandparent and children of a child.
The middle generation isn’t mean,
and Grandma may show other moods than mild.
It’s more that old and young are not beguiled
by job demands, by income’s heavy ask.
We both know how to nap. We’re reconciled
in finding, and we neither multi-task.


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