Baby Sitting Our Grandson

My two-year old grandson,
Breaks my heart,
No, melts my heart,
Heart strings are pulled,
Now that’s for sure,
Get to baby sit tonight!
In truth, Grandpa sits,
And, Grandma cares for,
I sitting on the back porch,
Grandma fairly runs when the doorbell rings,
To greet everyone,
And, I can hear my toddler yell,
“Papa!”, “Papa!”
My heart swells,
I think it is filling up,
With little tears of happiness,
Then all of a sudden,
“Titty!”, “Titty!”
(His word for “Kitty”),
Grandma is tickled to her core,
“Papa”, first,
“Titty”, second,
“Mam-ma” is always third,
In his little world.
Now little hands pound on the glass of the porch door,
I turn to see him,
Smile to little smiling face,
“Papa!”, “Papa!”
Yes, it is my heart breaking,
A little,
He won’t always be two,
Time to get the toy box out,
Time to play, Grandpa,
Time to play!


Peter Lowell Paulson
September 13, 2012