Poppa Joe said my
Gran is a FIFO Gran.
And when I asked him, "Why?"
He said, "Because she always flies in and flies back out when she comes to visit."
But I think Gran lives at the airport.
Because that is where we go to pick her up.
But daddy says Gran doesn't live at the airport,
She lives in country called Australia.
Australia is far away and we can't wait for Gran to visit.
She always comes with lots of luggage,
And my daddy has to fit it all in the car.
But she doesn't mind.
She winks and says it's because she has something for us.
When she gets to our house,
She sits and reads to me
Sometimes its the same book over and over again.
But she doesn't mind.
Mummy said, " Gran wins a prize for reading a book one thousand times."
But I know Gran didn't really read the book to me a thousand times,
Just a lot.
Because she doesn't mind.
She reads me bedtime stories,
Sometimes I pick a book with a hundred words.
And she reads it to me and doesn't skip any of the pages,
Because she doesn't mind.
She helps build towers and we work on puzzles together,
Over and over again I break them.
And she helps me build them back up.
Because she doesn't mind.
She brings coloured pens and loves to draw with me.
Sometimes I get the ink on my hands and my clothes,
She doesn't mind. "It'll wash out", she says.
I watch her in the morning and she lets me use her brush and her cream,
And when I'm scared of the noise the blow drier makes,
She doesn't mind.
She shows me how it works and blows warm air on my feet.
She helps me to get dressed when it gets too difficult for me,
She says, "Can Gran help?"
She doesn't mind, she likes to help.
She sits in the back with me in the car,
Even though its very squishy.
But she doesn't mind.
If I ask nicely, she plays outside with me.
But sometimes it's raining and cold.
So she gets her coat,
Because she doesn't mind.
But best of all my Gran gives me cuddles.
And when I am full of germs and my nose is running,
She hugs me tight and plants kisses on my face,
Because she doesn't mind.
Finally the day comes when Gran must go home,
There are tears and I feel sad that she has to go.
Gran is sad too!
But she says, "Don't be sad, I'll be back real soon."
I make her a beautiful picture to take home with her,
And she lays it carefully in her bag.
Her clothes are crumpled,
But she doesn't mind.
She says my picture is safe and that's all that matters.
It is time for Gran to go.
She is waving madly as she drives away,
And I run along side her and I wave until she is gone.
I am sad but I don't mind,
Because I know I'll see her again real soon.
And when I asked him, "Why?"
He said, "Because she always flies in and flies back out when she comes to visit."
But I think Gran lives at the airport.
Because that is where we go to pick her up.
But daddy says Gran doesn't live at the airport,
She lives in country called Australia.
Australia is far away and we can't wait for Gran to visit.
She always comes with lots of luggage,
And my daddy has to fit it all in the car.
But she doesn't mind.
She winks and says it's because she has something for us.
When she gets to our house,
She sits and reads to me
Sometimes its the same book over and over again.
But she doesn't mind.
Mummy said, " Gran wins a prize for reading a book one thousand times."
But I know Gran didn't really read the book to me a thousand times,
Just a lot.
Because she doesn't mind.
She reads me bedtime stories,
Sometimes I pick a book with a hundred words.
And she reads it to me and doesn't skip any of the pages,
Because she doesn't mind.
She helps build towers and we work on puzzles together,
Over and over again I break them.
And she helps me build them back up.
Because she doesn't mind.
She brings coloured pens and loves to draw with me.
Sometimes I get the ink on my hands and my clothes,
She doesn't mind. "It'll wash out", she says.
I watch her in the morning and she lets me use her brush and her cream,
And when I'm scared of the noise the blow drier makes,
She doesn't mind.
She shows me how it works and blows warm air on my feet.
She helps me to get dressed when it gets too difficult for me,
She says, "Can Gran help?"
She doesn't mind, she likes to help.
She sits in the back with me in the car,
Even though its very squishy.
But she doesn't mind.
If I ask nicely, she plays outside with me.
But sometimes it's raining and cold.
So she gets her coat,
Because she doesn't mind.
But best of all my Gran gives me cuddles.
And when I am full of germs and my nose is running,
She hugs me tight and plants kisses on my face,
Because she doesn't mind.
Finally the day comes when Gran must go home,
There are tears and I feel sad that she has to go.
Gran is sad too!
But she says, "Don't be sad, I'll be back real soon."
I make her a beautiful picture to take home with her,
And she lays it carefully in her bag.
Her clothes are crumpled,
But she doesn't mind.
She says my picture is safe and that's all that matters.
It is time for Gran to go.
She is waving madly as she drives away,
And I run along side her and I wave until she is gone.
I am sad but I don't mind,
Because I know I'll see her again real soon.
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