I’m a grumpy old woman

I’m a grumpy old woman – or so I’ve just been told,

I wonder why this is – so let my story unfold.

I was born on a freezing cold morning – a mistake so my parents did say,

And my debut was not very welcome, so we all felt grumpy that day!

My sister was instantly hostile and shoved me in a drawer,

My brother wasn’t much better and wanted to “even the score”.

So between them my life was precarious – some days lucky to be alive.

So I became a grumpy little sibling – the third one to arrive.

Though mum and dad assured me I was the best mistake ever made,

This didn’t sit well with my siblings, as I “rained on their parade”.

Then arrived the teen years, with problems by the score.

Acne, pimples, boyfriends – do I need to tell you more?

I finally met the man of my dreams and was happy as could be,

We had two lovely children – well we almost had three,

Which made me think of mum and dad and their mistake in having me!

The next big thing was menopause – hot flushes every day.

Bright red face, I want to cry – oh please just go away.

The moods did swing back and forth from happiness to sad,

I then became “invisible” which made me grumpy and mad.

My joints have now joined forces and seize up when they like,

Despite my early morning walks and going on my bike.

So if I’m feeling grumpy, I think I’ve earned the right,

‘Cos each and every day I put up a jolly good fight.

To be honest I’m not really grumpy and have much to be thankful for,

I have four wonderful grandchildren, whom I just adore.

But now and then I like a good moan – a grumpy old woman for sure,

But I count my blessings every day and hope I have many years more.

Thanks to Chris for sending this in!