We Tried to Get to Grandma’s House

Chance of Sunshine: Follow Rain Home

We Tried to Get to Grandma’s House

We’re trying to get to grandma’s house,
but we just can’t disembark.
The rains are mighty heavy now,
to get there we  need an ark.

Rainfall records broke today.
The roads are swimming pools.
With roads all flooded and destroyed,
drivers must break many rules.

Mudslides were triggered everywhere;
one car slid into a ditch.
Our neighbor’s car wouldn’t start today
he had a ruined ignition switch.

The winds are expected to be on par
with the type of storm ensuing.
They say that what we’ve seen till now
is nothing like what is brewing.

A storm watch is in effect right now,
many inches of rain expected.
Trees will fall and roofs may blow
unless they were soundly erected.

Traffic volumes will be extreme.
Demons will chide motorists
who fidget in their forsaken cars
wishing to slit their wrists.

We thought about conditions out there
and decided to stay at home.
We’d light a fire, and make a meal
leave the other commuters to roam.

We’re trying to get to grandma’s house,
but we just can’t disembark.
The rains are mighty heavy now,
to get there we  need an ark.


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About zongrik

For those of you who do not know the handle "zongrik," that would be Bat-Ami Gordin. Most people call me "Tammy." Bat-Ami means "daughter of my nation" in Hebrew. It's a heavy name to carry around. I answer to either name. I also answer to "mama." Some Basic Things about me: Animal lover, mom, poet/writer, dramatic soprano, photographer, teacher/tutor, CERT/Technician and, oh yeah, aerospace engineer. I consider myself "The Astro-Poet." To learn more about the origins of the word "zongrik" see whats-a-zongrik?

Posted on December 7, 2011, in D’verse Poets Pub, imaginary garden with real toads, Poetry, The Gooseberry Garden and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 29 Comments.

  1. I loved it Zongrik!! Almost sounds like a song, lol!! Blessings, Terri

  2. From what I know of weather in SoCal right now, this just could be true. Very clever narrative.

  3. definitely fits for the weather here today in Vermont…does sound like it could be a children’s song

  4. Cleverly penned … I like its lighthearted sing-song melody!! 🙂

  5. Blimey, that’s a lot of water. Are you sure you’re alright without a canoe?
    Thank you for visiting sorry I couldn’t reply earlier, I’ve been ill.

  6. very cute… I can see it as a child’s book

  7. Fits perfectly with the weather in the UK right now also. Really lyrical, thank you.

  8. creative and smart one,

    love grandma’s house,

  9. Wonderful write, Zongrik! Even though things are kind of bad with the weather, the poem comes across lighthearted and joyful. Well done!


  10. Zongrik, loved this. Reminding me (in one of those bizarre synapse firings) of Roy Schieder in “Jaws”: “I think we’ll need a bigger boat..”

    As for the song “It Never Rains in California,” y’all are proving them wrong! As for me, snow on the way in Wisconsin. Loved your take on “To Grandmother’s House We Go”!
    Peace (and dry socks), Amy

  11. I love this one! Let’s all get in the ark and sail on over to Grandma’s house!

  12. homely plot,.
    what a fantastic story.


  13. Wonderful use of the ballad form!

  14. The demons-and-slit-wrists stanza cracked me up — a hectic and realistic contrast to the Emotions Deemed Seasonally Appropriate.

  15. Love this…wonderful visions in your words. Enjoyed this a lot.
    Siggi in Downeast Maine

  16. Good fun – except for poor unvisited Grandma. A good bouncing rhythm lightens the mood, if not lifting the weather conditions. We’re well battened down here against the hail, gales and monsoon rain.

  17. Nothing like an overarm blizzard, er, rainstorm, to cover the hills and dales to Grandma. O well. Enjoy the stay home and maybe Grandma will entertain the old codger neighbor who would otherwise be nursing a bottle all day. Fun poem — Brendan

  18. Well, if it isn’t rain it’s snow! Some days are better just spent at home. Grandma can be visited another day!!

  19. Beautiful verse! In keeping with the lullaby theme it would be perfect if we hum a tune to go along with the verse. Snow and rain, its the season to expect. Just stay home I guess!


  20. Very cute!

  21. We’ve had many of those days here. Best to just stay home–Grandmother wouldn’t mind. Catchy rhyming…

  22. A sonnet of the now and a metaphor for the times…quite an accomplishment I think wrapped in the terms of the times. I enjoyed it very much!

  23. Ok…didn’t mean sonnet (my brain is somewhat addled) — I did mean ballad. Help. Not enough sleep clearly!

  24. Great ballad – love the rich images and details of ordinary things – masterful writing

  25. oh so melodious! lovely rhyming, poet! adore this, truly! how I wish I could rhyme! 😦


  26. What a creative poem, and some areas in the world are experiencing just what you described here, this week.

  27. The demons got me a little afraid! This is like a darker version of Red Riding Hood and I like it for the thrill it gave me.

  28. Lovely stuff – and did you get to grandma’ house? Merry Christmas!

    Anna :o]

  29. Grandma must have been disappointed. But there’s always a next time…without the ark!

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