All I was looking for

was a simple fix, but

what I got was so much more

– a celebration in poetic form

 of the steps my granddaughters and I took

as we reluctantly tried to fix

a twittering smoke alarm.

                                                                             JDG

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The following poem was written by my son Andy, who, because of an injury, was not able to climb a ladder to fix the annoying smoke alarm, but bore witness to our attempts.

We Shall Overcome

This night I saw three women

Take steps to climb the ladder.

One to conquer fear

One to conquer ridicule

One to conquer aging

Take another step, Ladies!

You shall overcome!

                                                                            AG