My Grandchildren Are My Wonders to Share
Are My Wonders to Share
I look at my grand children and I am so proud,
Even when my old nerves are tense and they get really loud,
I was there to see each of them come into this world,
And each of them around my finger their little hands curled,
I wanted to hug them so tightly to my breast,
But they were each so fragile I knew it to be best,
Just to cuddle them and kiss them and return them to their momma.
The first one was a boy and he was so special to me,
The second or last one so it seams was a little girl who even then I could see,
Would capture my heart and make me her slave,
My grandson seemed to grow up too fast so strong and brave,
They both are so smart I can’t believe it, and so caring of others.
My grandson is tall with dark brown thick hair, big brown soft eyes that seem to know what you are thinking and feeling,
My granddaughter is the opposite; she is fair with green eyes and the most beautiful thick red hair and so pretty I can’t keep from reeling,
He is laid back and she is full of energy to spare.
He plays football and she is a cheerleader and both are so good, with others I don’t want to share.
I am so proud of them I can hardly stand still at times
I loved raising their mother and she was beautiful and smart,
But with my grandchildren I have more time to share,
The little things in life about which we fail sometimes to care,
Both my daughters were wonderful in their own right,
But my grandchildren just seem so special I want to hold them tight.
By Pamlia Wall