My Grandsons like Twinkies and Root Beer
Says it tickles their noses and throat’s going down.
They bring such joy to me
Makes me laugh when they are around.
Did I miss all those things when my sons were little?
To busy tending to matters, I thought more important at hand?
I hoped I hadn’t done that you see
It could have only made me a better father, a man.
We shouldn’t wait until our children are grown up
To see in our Grandchildren now this way.
What then were our moments too remember
Like Twinkies and Root Beer are for my Grandsons today.
Linda Winchell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twinkies-and-root-beer/
