You're Gonna Be A Grandma

Sit down, Mom. No — actually sit down. You kept my baby shoes in tissue, you said someday you'd understand, you've been practicing on the neighbor's kids with cookies in each hand. You hum to babies in the grocery line — the whole store goes soft. We've got some news we couldn't fit in a card. You're gonna be a grandma! Yeah — you heard the words right. There's a heartbeat on the fridge door now, due when the leaves turn bright. Breathe, Mama, breathe — happy tears allowed. You're gonna be a grandma now. Start the arguments at dinner — Nana? Mimi? Grandma June? The baby gets the deciding vote and the baby's coming soon. Everything you did for me is about to get an encore. We've got one more thing to say before you call the whole family. You're gonna be a grandma! Yeah — you heard the words right. There's a heartbeat on the fridge door now, due when the leaves turn bright. Breathe, Mama, breathe — happy tears allowed. You're gonna be a grandma now. The lullabies you sang to me — I've been practicing them low. Teach me the rest when you visit. You're gonna visit a lot, I know. You're gonna be a grandma! Yeah — you heard the words right. There's a heartbeat on the fridge door now, due when the leaves turn bright. Breathe, Mama, breathe — happy tears allowed. You're gonna be a grandma now. Sit down, Mom. Phone Dad. Tell him Grandpa's next.