A GRANDSON

Granny

I don’t know who wrote the following poem but it speaks my thoughts, my overwhelming joy, more adequately than I ever could:

 MY CHILD’S CHILD

A journey in my mind today

I watch the years fly, where is my little boy?

The pictures that tell a story of how you grew so fast.

Once a little boy with trucks and slides

to fill your day.

Aug 15 My Little Son

A grown man now, newly named Dad.

A precious little flower,

a kiss from heaven was born today.

He’ll call him Daddy, looking in his eyes,

his reflection he will see.

Finally, he will understand the love I feel for him.

In an instant, his world will change forever.

His journey in life on a new path, one filled with

Crayons, finger-paint, and giggles.

Finding pleasure in everyday things, the world

Will look brand new.

I never thought I could love my little boy more

But on this day when he placed my grandchild in

My arms I swear I do.

I realize what a gift we received.

My child’s child

amazed as I kiss his soft cheek.

I will reach for my son’s hand,

to offer encouragement and support.

Yesterday’s memories tucked away in my heart.

Looking forward to what tomorrow will bring.

Amazed by the love I have for both of them.

A part of my soul he now passes to him.

The best father he wants to be.

A secret I whisper to him

A life filled with honesty and unconditional love

That, my son, is the key.

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Author: Breda Fay

I'm retired since end August 2016 and loving the new life! More time now for family and friends and to explore craft, history, travel and certainly more of a chance for, me-time. To paraphrase Seuss: I've no tears that (teaching) is over; but many smiles that it happened!

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