they are oh so special
their thoughts and hugs galore
they are called Grandchildren,
I'd love to have a score.
As I watch them wander
To here and there in flight
I just cannot contain myself,
I have to hug them tight.
As little arms surround my neck
Their hugs, they touch my heart
I hold them close
Inhale their youth,
Feel weariness depart.
I look into their trusting eyes
Their love, it holds no bounds
I laugh with mirth
Their tiny voice,
Their mimicking of sounds.
They show to me a treasure
A thing, a bug, a worm
The air is full of laughter,
I tickle them, they squirm.
All too soon the day is gone
They nod their little head
With tummy's full
And faces clean,
I tuck them into bed.
They dream the dreams of magic
Of castles far away
All tuckered out, they slumber,
To greet another day.
I gaze upon the tiny face
All soft in slumber deep
I ask for angels from above,
To guard them while they sleep.
For in this world of wonders
The earth, the stars, the wild
I thank the good Lord every day
The gift of my grandchild.
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