It hurts my head to think about
How much I love my grandson;
He’s very smart, and very strong,
And also rather handsome.
His face displays elation when
I pick him up to play;
He also tends to cry when it
Is time to go away.
To love your child is an ache
That there is no deflecting;
But this much love at my age
I was not at all expecting.
It is wonderful. I hope you enjoy it as much as I am.
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