Poetry about Family

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I would like to share a little original poetry about family to sort of inspire anyone interested in doing the same. I didn't know whether or not to include this as an interest under "Family" or under "Poetry." You can decide for yourself where it should go. The title of this poem is: "A Grandmother's Role." As Mother, you constantly paid up your dues With sacrifice being the price. Though often your happiness turned into blues Today the results are quite nice. You brought up your children the way they should go, And now the rewards have arrived. You've restarted life in a grandmother's role Since as a young mom you've survived. The best part of living has now just begun As grandchildren enter your life. Your role as a grandmother really is fun Like starting out "husband and wife." The first role, of many, a grandmother has Is as "baby sitter" at times. But this role makes grandmas grow older too fast. Good days, though, are not far behind. The next role you'll take as the years come and go Is as "teacher of things right and wrong." Traditional lessons and things that you know Will build, for them, foundations, strong. You'll teach them to bake all those cookies, so sweet And feed them what's best for them too. And after they're done with their food and their treat You'll teach them to clean, through and through. But even grandmothers can get tired too. You'll kick back that soft, easy chair. But unlike their parents, your day will be through And you'll still have most of your hair.