Thinking of my grandson, I wrote this today.
Grandchild
From the moment
I first saw you
My heart was yours
The tiniest of fingers
Toes and nose
I couldn't love you more
Tears flowed freely
From joy
A love like I've never known
But my joy
Is by sadness tempered
For I know what awaits
Wounds of flesh and heart
Broken hearts and second place
The things that make up life
If I could save you
From what's to come I would
But I can't
But I will love you
Through all those days
And more.
Jan. 3, 2017
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