Peanut Butter and Grape Koolaid

Peanut Butter and Grape Kool aid

Cool breeze from the fan
Is too cold for my skin
My body starts to ache

News reports from my laptop
Debt ceiling, shutdown, Obama care
Is all reporters talk about

In this dark dim room
Glowing red
From my black mini lamp

My first granddaughter
Sits by my side
Her head rests on my breast

Few minutes earlier
She was hyperactive
Playing Beyoncé on my iPad

My four feet walking cane
As if a microphone
She sings "1+1"

Running back and forth to the refrigerator
She begs for peanut butter
To go with her grape Kool aid

Saddened by her grandad's word
No!
She sleeps in my arms