Grandpa's Sweet Music

Grandpa's pockets always jiggled with loose change,
And I'd ask him for a nickel,
Knowing he'd give me one.
Though this was suppose to be our little secret,
I couldn't wait to blab it on.

Then all his grandchildren would gather around.
Wanting to hear grandpa's musical sound.
He'd fuss and he'd cuss, 
but he never left one without a
nickel of their very own.

© 1998 Linda G. Macri