Seven am chirps.

Breakfast smells, pink blanket, cartoons.

‘How did you sleep my darling?’

Moving slowly, stretch.

From snug bed to big brown couch,

Grandpa in the garden now.

‘Here come the Jetson’s,

one, two, three’…out the back door,

dewey grass, wet toes.

‘It’s time for breakfast’

Rosie the Robot tells George

Freshly picked sweet strawberries!

Nineteen eighty two

Lazy days at Grandma’s stay

Love, strawberry girl