Five years ago I took on childcare,
commuting twice a week to spend the days
with grandson #4. I didn’t spare
my back the work, but it was mighty nice
to leave the desk and breathe in baby air.
In time, the virus came – a sister too.
The need for help from me soon won’t be there.
In two months I’m dismissed (with thanks and praise).
And then I’ll just be Grandma, with a flair.

(Magic 9)