Suzie's poem!

Suzie is 63 years old. This is Suzzanne's, (My grandma which i call Mimi) poem that she wrote for me when i was one year old:

May 1, 2004
Grape jelly stains cover her white shirt
and there is more grape jelly
stuck to her lips and chin.
She smells like peanut butter.
Her blue striped shorts hang way below her belly,
and continue their way past the point where shorts
are supposed to stop.
At the end of her mosquito bitten legs:
dusty new brown summer sandals.
Her hair is slicked down and sticky too
a combination of sun screen and bug repellent.
She looks like a little ragamuffin,
as she heads down the driveway on the first of May.
Suddenly Bella stops in her tracks and crouches down
on the warm pavement.
She is watching an ant
as it climbs over a black stone and crawls across
a lime green maple pod.
Busy, busy, busy.
She waves hello to it, opening and closing her small fist several times.
"Hi" she says to the ant and looks up at me, her grandma, scooting down beside her
trying to keep my balance.
"An ant" I say.
She nods, as if I have only confirmed what she already knew.
She watches the ant for a long time
And I watch too.
We both have the time right now,
and the love
to remake the size of our worlds. 

Thank you, Mimi! 

You can do this too!