'Same Age' A Grandma Poem For Kids about the unimportance of age

We must never forget those special bonds we had with our grandparents when we were children. They offer us love, wisdom and fun in equal measure. As their grandchildren, we offer them the same. It's the collapsing of time and age; the meeting of old and young minds.

I wrote this grandma poem for kids to explore that special relationship with our mum's mums and dad's dads.

It's the one stage of life when age has no bearing on self-awareness and the expectation of having to be cool.

As an ageing teacher, I often observe the children in my class wondering at the veins on my hands and the wrinkles on my face. And why shouldn't they: age is beauty and beauty is age.

I hope you enjoy my Grandma Poem for Kids.

Same Age

Nan held my hand today

as we sat on a bench

staring out at Blackpool sea

Watch out for those seagulls, she said

as she pursed her crinkled, thin lips

and blew on our salty-sea chips

Was that a spot of rain?

she said

beneath the caw and squawk

of circling gulls

I shrugged

drawn to that proud vein

meandering along the back

of her paper-thin, wrinkly hand

I sucked the salt and vinegar

from the tip of my finger

and traced the pulsing vein

up and down

slowly

again and again

Nan said

That was definitely a drop of rain

and I said, Nan

I wish we were the same age

Mark Bird

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Same Age; A Grandma Poem for Kids