A grandson, two, just makes me smile,
With squeals of laughter all the while-
He runs from chasing Grandpa’s arms,
Each game we play; such cherished charms.
With Grandma now to water flowers,
So fun to do in morning hours,
And with some flowers in little hand,
In cracks of wood each placed to stand.
As he steps back to ponder these,
Admired work; he hums like bees,
With, “H-m-m,” and “H-m-m”, now smile so wide,
And, Grandma peers with loving pride.
Now Momma swoops him up for bath,
For soon we will be on a path-
Within the Children’s Zoo today,
His Dad and he with small goats play.
Two toddler’s shoes is disarray,
Upon the floor; he left them lay,
His Grandpa smiles; remembers when,
For now our kids are home again!
Peter Lowell Paulson
May 26, 2012
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